Under grey skies, breath tightens, days are crossed off without plans, and minutes stretch into weeks as fog, darkness, and exhaustion settles in.
Tattoos flare across the son’s skin—peacock feathers, wings, mandalas—leaving the father sifting through confusion and unexpected tenderness as he faces the quiet breach widening between them.
He moves through a city built on steam, wire, waste, and ceaseless footsteps, feeling its charge tighten around him as countless lives collide within the narrow boundaries of Manhattan.