On a not-unpleasant afternoon, I hopped off the train a couple of stops early and set off on a meandering path that would take me home through previously unchartered streets. The camera came out as I spied all manner of things – numbers, signs, playing cards and rusty scooters. This simple feeling of discovery, of anticipation when you turn a corner, is what keeps me alive. One day I’ll know every street in this town, and then it’ll be time to move on.