The street breathes out, you inhale.
The Quiet Quote
The street doesn’t wait.
Doesn’t ask for a minute. Doesn’t fix its hair or find the light.
It just happens—loud, fast, indifferent.
A bin lorry roars past. Someone shouts.
A dog pisses against a shop doorway while a kid drops chips in slow motion.
You don’t compose.
You react.
This isn’t about control.
It’s about attention.
About catching something before it disappears behind a bus or a gaggle of yomping hikers.
The moment arrives. You’re ready.
Click.
That’s the whole exchange.
Keep up.