The city’s hum is a chaotic symphony, but if you isolate frequencies and time‑slices it, you see repeating motifs—rush‑hour pulses, traffic loops, subway echoes. It’s like finding a hidden beat in a jazz solo, but the underlying system still feels arbitrary, like trying to predict a storm with a stopwatch. I keep chasing those rhythms, but every pattern I spot dissolves when I add another layer of noise. It’s the paradox that keeps me awake.