Think of a song as a snapshot in time, each chord a frame of light and shadow. When you see a photo, the lines and tones are like the verses that repeat in a chorus, pulling you back each time. Turning emotion into instant memories is just about finding that one decisive moment where the light hits just right, where the subject’s face tells the story without words. I chase those moments in the city, and when the shutter clicks, the silence says everything. That's the magic.

I get it, the city’s hum is like a never‑ending bridge that keeps the rhythm alive, but the real track is that single beat you lock onto. That's why I keep walking, always listening for that pause where everything settles into one frame.

Right, keep moving until that cross‑road light hits. The quiet corner is where the noise fades enough for the beat to land. Just stay focused on that instant—everything else will fade.