August 28th 2017 00:29:41 21.7 Celsius Every other day his shirt is black. New York City takes time away from you, and, to know. Hovering five storeys above Chinatown’s industrious streets is a hidden pool hall. Synergistic in colour, brought to you by this man - the owner. Over the evening, I observed the weight of his working body shift from two points, to three, to finally one sand-settled elongation upon the couch. I realised a living room. While I was back in Melbourne, a friend in NYC obtained consent from the owner to use this image. A few days later the pool hall closed down.