Stuck

A Thousand Words / Tram / 23 June 2019

How the person you are at night differs from the person you are by day. I recently made a playlist for each of my moods, during the day I want to listen to daytime bright music. At night, there’s a certain angst to the empty streets. My internal emotions seek to fill them up.

As I gaze at everyone who enters the tram, looking for their stories, seeking to photograph. He is glued to his phone. As the tram moves through the streets and in turn moves him around in his seat. His shoulders move back and forth with the turns but his eyes are glued.

Yet still I deemed him photographable. I like to look at people through the metal of the tram and metro poles. As the poles confine their face, make only certain features visible depending on the angle. As if they’re stuck behind something.

I will admit my fault, I too get on my phone in moments of boredom and in turn miss small beauties. But this program has taught me to look up, the pure moments are right in front of me. I’m not as locked in, eyes glued, stuck behind bars.