Mike listened, not just to the words she was uttering, but to the cadence of her breathing and the way her voice hitched ever so slightly on the edges of the truth. He gave her the silence she needed to inhabit her own history.
"I started filming because I needed to have a relationship with the city," she continued, her voice gaining a rhythmic, almost hypnotic quality. "Not a social one, not the kind where you exchange pleasantries and pretend to care about the weather."
"It was a direct one... Just me and the place, no intermediary, no filter..."
"Just the raw, unyielding geometry of the streets. And then people started watching the films... and the relationship became triangular."
"It became a loop of me, the city, and the audience..."
"That's what it's been ever since."
She paused, the wind catching a stray lock of her hair, pulling it across her face. She didn't brush it away.
