Square Edison

A tower. A huge tower. The Edison Tower. The beating heart of a city in full swing. At the foot of this tower lies a square, a tiny bubble of air struggling to survive, motionless amidst the flow of traffic, in a silence drowned out by the noise from outside. In this square, citizens try to synchronise their breathing with the rhythm of the city’s breath. Roads cross. Worlds diverge, cables intertwine, whilst the city inexorably carries on, day and night.