The people of this city, where I used to live, are swept along in the ebb and flow of the respective daily rush hours. They appear distracted, alone, disconnected from each other and their surroundings. Together they seem lost in some collective introspection, grimly set against the rigours of the concrete hive. Ever so often, without their knowledge, they step into cinematic pools of light that are reflected from the windows of the skyscrapers surrounding them. And so their place in this alien environment is more clearly defined by the environment itself. They are transformed into something other: unwitting players in a perpetual drama, set on an unlikely stage which is both private and universal.