If you looked at us you would think we’re just a bunch of animals. Ants maybe, due to the closeness of our bodies and the way we zig zag around each other where we need to go.

But in all chaos, there is calculation.

Street lights turn green at their predetermined time.

People walking when the white human pops up on the lit sign.

Fresh hot dogs just happen to be there when we get to the other side. The word fresh open to discussion.

Cars honking wanting to get by, others demanding.

Newspapers ready to be taken and paid for in a matter of seconds.

Pizza always hot and ready, no matter the time of day.

There’s always buzzing, ringing, laughing, talking.

Consutrction sounds, sirens loud, and sun rays peaking.

But this is us.

This is New York City.