I missed my New York photos

New York is the most photographed city in the world.
A city made of perfect images.

I arrived with a camera.
And I failed.

I asked New York for a beautiful picture.
She refused.

Buildings fractured.
Lines dissolved.
The city would not hold still.

New York does not pose.
She slips away.

Even the Statue of Liberty refused clarity,
as if freedom itself could not be fixed.

The city refuses to behave.

In the blur, something else appeared.
Not the city I wanted,
but the city that wanted to exist.

Mistakes became gestures.
Chaos found a rhythm.

Blur became language.