A queue of cars proceeds down a street in New York City, forming a glaring red line in the dark. The queue curves slightly before merging with the line that reveals the divorce between the infinitely extending concrete and the sky framed by the skyscrapers. From the back of each car, the same scarlet eyes look back silently to the city. They look deeply into the glass windows on the street. Shapes of carmine emerge from the depth of the glass windows, floating uncertainly. These ambivalent shapes are shadows left by the workers of the city, as if their own shadows are waving goodbye to them after a day of hard work.