While the act of commuting often personifies the solitude of urban life, it is far too often that we find ourselves moving from place to place with little or no recognition of where we are or what we are doing.  Its essentially about waiting to be somewhere else--in transit--and there’s a disconnect.  While we’re waiting for something, we’re off in our thoughts.  We’re thinking about our past, our future...anything but the present moment, and we’re paying little attention to our surroundings.  The nameless and faceless become as familiar to us as our own reflection while we shuffle our bodies from place to place.


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