Around 42nd and 7th

In New York, Times Square attracts so many different people from all over the place. This area gives me illusions that composed with enormous elements between reality and fantasy.

Border between people either political or personal, across race, gender, distance, time we all passed through, things, sounds, smell, emotions and all kind of activities merging all together making one big stream on the street.

Everybody has their own concept of values and just doing their own things. All those experiences for people who stood there could be one limited special moment or just a part of negligible mundane life. It makes me wonder what reflects on Their eyes? what do They have in their mind? where are we going? Where are we coming from?