“We Survive” IST

Istanbul moves on, indifferent and endless. Faces without names. Wandering. Waiting. Searching. Everyone on their way—to something or nowhere. The city breathes, a pulsing whole of chaos and rhythm. In its streets, solitude collides with connection, menace with beauty. Lost in the crowd. A lost thought in the rush. A glance, a gesture, a moment. Sometimes seen. Mostly not. “We’ll fight, we survive. Inside out. Upside down, all around. Underground…” —The Black Angels