New York is the city of lights, wait, that's Paris? Oh. Well New York is light, sound, movement. Its sensory overload and its impossible to comprehend all at once. So latch on to your little piece and hold on tightly. But life isn't a game and there are no redo's or mulligans. Happy, sad. Good, bad. You hold on and you hope for people to share happiness or catch you in the bad times. Do you need someone to pick up the pieces of your shattered life? Or do you see only the cracks in the mirror so often that you forget to look at your reflection? What do you do when life is all about the Inconceivable Changes?