The bus is five feet above the ground and I am half standing in it. The window is foggy; everybody has been breathing, sleeping, or talking. The frame is loose but the window forced me to look in a certain way. The bus only goes 80 kilometers an hour and still shakes to its smallest screw with every turn of the wheels. It is raining and the light is not strong so I am shooting wide open and slow. But I try to react fast. And all I see is landscapes fleeting in every frame. They go to the left and I advance my film to the right. I wish we could stop but there is never enough room on the side of a highway. 

These are just moments, mere exposures. And the road just a passage. 


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