We’re the city that paces with ease; anywhere we go, we stride with an intention to bounce, because in the midst of it all, you’d want to retreat after being consumed in the crowd for so long. I took this picture at Liverpool street station, London, at the height of the rush hour period. Something about seeing crowds of people making their way through the business of the city soothes me. There’s something vaguely calming about stepping outside of yourself, to observe the external, to watch time pass you by. In forgetting where I was I spent a good hour on this balcony snapping away, and watching people’s uniform movements with one thing in common in all: they were in a rush.