I was surprised to find how living, yet lost, and alone in New York City could be possible. I worked, then went to school at night for five years. The photographs are from my travels. The verse taken from my spiritual and emotional outlet of a tiresome schedule. The exodus of the commuters left me bereft of the people that I worked with or studied next to in class. Everyone is so busy leaving the City after work anxious to find their safe harbor with family. I lived alone. I biked in Central Park each weekend following a schedule so I could see the same people. Then I took-up roller blading as my bike was stolen.