In motion. On my morning A-train commute. On bus trips to DC. On walks through Washington Square park, narrowly avoiding passerby. On weeknights, pacing my kitchen, assembling ingredients in pots. On car rides to family’s homes for seasonal gatherings. On city buses up Riverside Drive. On lines to get into venues, for late night concerts. On above-ground subway rides to edges of boroughs. On boats across the Long Island Sound. On international flights, more books in my carry-on than clothes. On my way to, in motion towards, in motion because.