In the thick of the city, it’s easy to lose your peace of mind. A haven of honking horns and funky smells, rules and regulations, the unrelenting concrete jungle will mess with your head.
For city folk venturing into the wilderness, they’ll find plenty of survival guides to prevent their untimely demise. There’s no such manual for an outdoor cat in the big city, though. We’re left to fend for ourselves and avoid the soul-sucking perils of the proverbial rat race best we can.
It’s not always easy to slow it all down. To come across the solitary moments effortlessly found on a hypnotic stretch of untouched road.
A coping method for creatures of the unknown, when a great escape cannot be made we take to the garage – a greasy sanctuary of sorts – to clear the head, get lost in the labor, and get away from the backwards madness teeming outside.
There’s a balance in each part having a place and a purpose. Tinker, strip down and rebuild, and somewhere along the way order is restored.
It’s a mechanical meditation for the maker of things, but it won’t scratch the persistent itch for open spaces and fresh air. Within the urban chaos, there are pockets of nature waiting for those who look.
A few long curves beyond the parking meters and electrical wires, where the nine-to-fivers seem to forget to go, a couple of trees and a viewpoint are all it takes to stay in the grips of sanity.
Throw in some friends and some beers and you’ve got yourself a time. It’s our best known antidote for when those haunting strips of highway keep you up at night.
Photos by Yama Azim