A metropolis conjugates well with who I am. It invites me to merge with the crowds and disappear into them, to observe without being seen.
As I walk through the gridded streets, the rusty old thoughts flow away and are replaced with fresh impressions – the colors, the buildings with their graffiti, the people! I can spend hours observing the pace they chose for the day (or do they always walk at this speed?) and listening to the tones of their voices. I imagine the stories that have shaped each face.
Sâo Paulo appears endless. There is no way of telling where the rows of skyscrapers stop; they extend to the left, right, North and South as far as you can see. Look at the lights in the windows of the skyscrapers. Each hides a story – a story we know nothing about.