There’s this specific feeling that shows up when the city is moving faster than I am. Lights slide across the windows, buildings stretch out in these long shapes, and everything looks a little softer, like it’s drifting instead of rushing.
When I’m watching the city pass by like that, it doesn’t feel lonely or dramatic, just kind of spaced out in a cool way. It’s the part of the night where I’m not thinking too hard anymore, just letting the streets, the lights, and the skyline blur together. This fragment belongs to that in-between motion, where everything is shifting but nothing demands anything from me.