i took this photo at lincoln center in new york city. tragedy does not pass us by -- it is static, it is a monument to our world, a statue, a stationary mirror. it is us who learn to walk away. and who is "us"? this woman, who was sleeping, who did not look up at me, as i was surprised to find myself looking down long enough to notice her. that is the angle of this city. that is the eye line of this mindless, careless passer-byer. and what does a photo do? or fail to do?