This is a story about people who travel... I travel a lot. And as I sit there, the view out of the window changing, I often wonder why other people travel; who they want to meet; what their destination is; who they are... I try to figure this out without asking direct questions. I observe people in trains, waiting for those unique moments when they will exhibit the personal gestures that describe them... I travel on the underground a lot. It’s a special place, as it allows me to see people for longer than when just passing them by on the street. They’re having a break during the day; enjoying a moment of privacy in a public space. It’s their secret little room in the crowd. I get to see them in the most natural moment of their daily life in the city.