traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic transe
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
traffic trance
hoping to surprise what has surrounded me everyday for so long, i decided to hide a camera in the back of my car and, thanks to this subtle shift in perspective, attempt to reveal a reality hidden beneath the guise of the ordinary. i started to observe the activity inside cars which, like our thoughts, seems to unfold in a parallel world. despite this apparent privacy, however, what should supposedly envelop and protect us like a shelter is in fact more like an open-air stage, separated from the audience by a thin transparent membrane, a mediator between two realities. through the greenish tint of windscreens, the lives of drivers and passengers – like those of fish in an aquarium – are exposed and observed unbeknown to them. or not…
