A New York Minute: "still·life"

The city that never sleeps, they call it, and for good reason. The towering skyscrapers and the constant hum of the streets hit me like a subway train. Time here feels like a speeding train with no brakes. You get in, and before you know it, you're at your destination. But what is the destination in a city that never stops moving. The city's heartbeat is its people, and they're always in a hurry. The streets are a stage, and we're all actors in this never-ending play. We rush from one scene to the next, and it's hard to catch your breath. The weird thing is you don't want to catch your breath. You want to keep moving, keep pushing forward, because there's always something more, something better, just around the corner. Amid this chaos, there's an uncanny feeling that time is slipping away faster and faster. You look back, and a year has gone by like a New York minute. The chase is the essence of life.