In a life full of shifts, is there still room for dreams?
We drift through the city—Corner bodegas, bubble tea counters, coffee chains, bar shifts, subway commutes, late night streets... Creation is squeezed into the cracks between shifts: taking orders, sealing cups, serving coffee by day; drawing, editing videos, building models, replying to emails by night. Time is fragmented, energy drained by working hours—but still, we try to carve out a little space, just enough to add a bit of ourselves in.
