Walking in the morning to the metro station that will get me to work, my mind is usually filled with dreams, places I saw
during the night. Still partly asleep, I’m waking up slowly to the cold of the day.
I shot the walking images in the morning around 8:30am, double-exposed with images from train rides to my home town.
Am I ever really awake? Am I not travelling endlessly towards a destination I can't see?
