I took these photos about 2 weeks after I got here.
At that point, I definitely didn't feel alone.
Every moment was spent catching up with old friends, meeting new/cool people, and generally feeling surrounded by human energy.
Then, as the overwhelming ambition of the city set in, I realized that - as public as everyone necessarily is - they're actually incredibly private.
Everyone's got their own agendas, their own ways of coping with the unrelenting pace and the unforgiving hours.
Suddenly, just as you think the city can't get any more extroverted;
you realize just how introverted it truly is.
And that's when the real fun begins.
Because suddenly - every person you meet is this strange puzzle. Every encounter is a confusing chance to navigate the underlying psychosis that resides beneath every personality thriving in NYC.
Don't get me wrong — it's infuriating.
It's infuriating, but it's also fascinating - and alluring, and devastatingly addicting to know that nothing is really ever what it seems.
So yes, I'm "alone"; but only because everyone else here is alone too.
And as I see it -- being alone in the unknown is a lot more reassuring than any other life scenario I could imagine for myself at this point.
Photos by Joey Pasion