In Beijing, people stream in and out of temples and buildings, centuries old, past and present effortlessly telling the same story.
In Shanghai, cloud-piercing skyscrapers, tower over antique calligraphy workshops. Massive luxury malls rub underground, neon-lit food markets.
Paradoxes in themselves, these two cities, though different, share a commonality in their people. The constant human flow carries one through these cities, twisting and swerving. Like crashing waves on a shore, in its natural chaos is the unfiltered, soothing song of the streets. A brush of a shoulder, an inviting gesture, or even the occasional spit beckons you to lose yourself amongst the crowd. And once you answer the call, there are no forced smiles or empty chatter; all that you receive is whole, genuine, and raw.