I’ve always felt the city’s bones are the biggest storyteller. The way streets wind around old warehouses or open up into a crowded market tells you who talks to whom, who keeps their distance, who hides in the shadows. When I’m chasing light through a maze of alleys, I notice that people gravitate to corners where the street meets a wall – it’s the perfect spot for quick deals or a secret laugh. In broad plazas, you get a whole different vibe, almost like a living room where everyone can see everyone else. I’m constantly looking for that visual punctuation – a cracked sidewalk, a flickering sign, a sudden bend – and those little details become the thread that connects my shots to the city’s story. Every time I snap, I’m mapping out the way people move, talk, and breathe within those concrete pathways. It's the quiet, unnoticed choreography that keeps my curiosity alive.