So many stories encapsulated in one space. Each is a walking book, some romance, some drama, some history. They are of differing lengths, quality and interests; some are dry and crisp, others have pages full of cross-outs and soggy from tears. Each of us carry this book with us, sometimes it weighs us down, other times it provides support, but it is always there. What is the form to tap into these stories, each valid in its own right.
Maybe to think of them as books is an old-fashioned concept, antiquidated and gathering dust. What if they were each movies and each of us had a screen implanted in our backs, like on a 747. Would you be brave enough to set it to play? Would I? Would you be brave enough to let others see your life laid out in full colour? Would you be proud? How interesting it would be just to glimpse a little of the story of these people riding this steel tube with across the city with me. Similarities, differences, all relevant. Would we learn from others or are we blind to mistakes until we make them ourselves? Is it a mistake for another person in the same circumstance, or an opportunity? Who knows, but it's an interesting paradigm. All these untapped stories, words, floating around waiting to be captured.
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