Manhattan, October 1971. The wonderful autumn colors are contaminated by the lively neon lights of the chaotic city. People walk fast, distracted in the streets and no one seems to be surprised anymore by yet another tragedy reported on the radio or on the news. It's a truly bizarre period and human beings seem to have indulged in their primordial nature without even being ashamed of it. Then there's you, in the subway waiting for your train together with many other anonymous faces and no kind glances. When the train finally arrives, everyone pushes to hurry and you crash into someone.

“Ouch!” He gasps as some files fall from his hand. “I-I'm sorry! It's my fault!" Looks genuinely mortified as he hastily picks up what he dropped