This is a love letter written in grease stains, scuffed tiles, and quiet agreements between strangers. It’s about the ordinary moments that shape daily life in the city: eating standing up because sitting would slow things down, moving as a group without ever speaking, sharing space with creatures who know the city as well as humans do. These are the unspoken rules. A collective understanding that we’re all navigating the same sidewalks, platforms, and corners together.