Broadway Junction is a place from which parting is the objective. Bed-Stuy, East New York, Brownsville, and Bushwick collide beneath the multilevel edifice of concrete and steel, where the A, C, J, Z, and L trains intersect. A woman sells churros, performers jump through hoops, and men and women preach about repentance while commuters cut through angular tunnels with a learned precision and speed. Planes descend overhead toward JFK, while in the distance, Manhattan looks like a hazy exaggerated version of itself. Even when standing still, everyone, and everything, is in motion, always on the way.