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Life tracks

a commuting camera on a train

Story by November 23rd, 2016

Four days a week. Same train, different journey. Different people. On the move, looking, sleeping, observing. All in our own cocoon. Driven by a force, mandated by neccesity. Static and living remains of a past, along the tracks of humanity.

Memories for two
Wrong platform
Going up in the world...
Sleepy wagon?
Into the working light