Leaving the station, I enter a life-sized pinball machine, its nooks leading to colorful storefronts and the market stands jutting out of sidewalks. Sounds of traffic, passing conversations, and youthful street musicians with their teenage fanbase ornament the streets. I am moved from one great possibility to another, and I bounce from a fresh fruit juice cart to an egg waffle stand, then to a mart selling keychains and plush toys. My pace is determined by the crowd's movement that seems to carve the district’s pathways as a stream carves a flowing river into the land.
crowded crosswalks
mother and child part
at the green light