Apr 4, 2025
Spring Urban Drift β fragments of a quiet, uncanny season
Lately Iβve found myself drifting through the city at night.
The streets are quieter. The air softer.
Something about touching nature β even the tiniest bit of it β feels like a way back to myself.
This is part of my Spring Urban Drift series:
Not quite a project, more like a collection of chance encounters.
Moments that feel a little⦠off.
A house swallowed by shadowy branches.
A moon wedged in the crack between apartment buildings.
A blooming tree that seems to call someone upstairs.
A stray light glowing behind bushes like it got lost from December.
None of it is planned.
I just walk, and the city unfolds itself β strange, absurd, gentle.
