There’s this unspoken walking language amongst New Yorkers.

It happens when we’re all walking at a fast pace, approaching corners simultaneously.

Miraculously, upon approaching the intersection of two blocks, no one bumps into another, because of this exceptional spatial awareness of knowing exactly how many paces away you are from the next person.

We watch each other from our peripheries, coming from all directions, seamlessly converging into this walking basket weave.