Solitude in New York City

Who says zen isn’t possible in the streets of New York?

Hustle and bustle. Granted, the term may have been coined with something like New York City in mind and would no doubt induce sights of yellowcabs and jumbotrons, smells of diesel and souvlaki, and sounds of horns blaring and conversation, but as these photos would attest calm can emanate from within.

Whether forced or self-induced, innate or acquired, gradual or sudden, you count on your inner calm to be your very own oasis in this throbbing, pulsating, and phantasmagorically convulsing maelstrom that is New York City.

Alone in a faraway land lost in the pages of a book.

Insignificance.
Insignificance

Transfixed.
Transfixed

Awed.
Awed

Hearing every word.
Hearing every word

Marginalized.
Marginalized

Time and space.
Time and space

Bliss.
Bliss

Rapture.
Rapture

The doctor is in…
The doctor is in...

…but the patient is not. (Just kidding.)
...but the patient is not. (Just kidding.)

Word on the Street.
Word on the street

Sleepless in New York.
Sleepless in New York

Sharing secrets.
Sharing secrets

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