Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. The traffic’s constant thrum and the subway’s steady hiss feel like a backdrop, almost a second heartbeat, that syncs with whatever’s going on inside us. It’s like the city is writing its own script, and we’re just filling in the blanks. Sometimes I wonder if we’re shaping the city’s rhythm or if it’s shaping us, or maybe it’s just a mutual echo. Either way, it’s a strange, comforting kind of duet.