Nika Jazaee is captivated by the view from her café.
Glimpsed between the crowds of colourful people crossing each other in front of me, I notice a street dancer, gyrating alone to what looks like some private memory of a rave – while people walk past trapped in their own commercial concerns (what to buy and where). Only one person stops to put something in the hat. It’s a vision of disconnection that reminds me that we should all work harder to connect.