New York City is a transient experience – a bustling hub of countless souls hustling from one place to another, one relationship to another, and one life to another.
The byproducts and carnage of those constant transitions line the sidewalks of NYC like forgotten hobbies in the rafters of a garage or lonely trophies in a musty attic.
But these relatively inexpensive items in this image – the utilitarian table, the aimless drawers from a ruined dresser, and the lifeless luggage – are in a way both hopeful and sad.
Perhaps these things are the remains of someone moving on to better things in life, or maybe they are the remnants of a troubled life being totally abandoned and left behind.
Either way, godspeed to the person, or people, behind this sidewalk story.