There is something beautiful in the random.

Something serene in the chaos of it all.

At a time when we are obsessed with order.

There is something to be said for giving into the chaos.

Living in the chaos.

The cacophony of noise that is a city on the edge.

Seeking out the particularly turbulent spots.

Living in the chaos.

A walk along a street.

Bustling with people.





Leads me to a scene I’ve come to expect.

A spot of turbulence in the storm of the city.

An altogether random scene of spectacular beauty.

One that forces me to join in the fun.

I find myself laughing.

I find myself just laughing.


As I give into the chaos.

As I fall into the randomness.

As I find beauty in it all.

I am Timi