Córdoba, Argentina. Pressed against a building wall, camera raised toward the crosswalk — present, undetected, the space between myself and the crowd entirely mine. Strangers moving toward the lens, each carrying the full weight of their own world, briefly sharing the same light and pavement before continuing into lives that would never intersect again. Pink Floyd understood this accumulation. Every crossing unremarkable. Every crossing irreplaceable.

All You Touch | All You See holds that truth in two frames.