You can practically feel the city's pulse in the medley made by the pedestrians prancing upon the pavement. It's summertime in Brooklyn. And this cauldron of sweltering souls playing hide and seek with the sun are more inquisitive than ever before to find an adventure of their own. Amidst the circus on the hamster wheel, she satiates her desire for peace in the company of trees. Her name is Campos. This is her solitude.