On the daily search for inner emotional stability I enter my father's car and the world falls silent.
Many years. Countless drives. It was my own space in which I was moving parallel to and yet unlinked from the world. Boiling down my presence to its essence. No whys. No whats. No wheres. I was out of control. Drifting along. Geborgen in my cocoon.
It is a space that transcends the laws of time existing now the way it existed then. And yet it is finite. So I had to capture it.