I was staying at a friend’s apartment in New York when I woke to the sound of what felt like the sea — a steady, flowing rhythm, soft yet endless. Coming from a quiet place by the coast in Mallorca, I couldn’t understand how that oceanic sound could exist here. When I looked out from the 16th floor, I saw not waves, but streams of traffic — constant, luminous, alive. Paradoxically, it felt peaceful, like a river running through the city. Still half-asleep, in my pajamas, I reached for my camera and a piece of red glass, and tried to capture that feeling — the calm hidden within the noise.