As a kid I used to take the Greyhound bus or Amtrak from NYC to Boston on weekends to visit my father. Either end of the trip was cause for anxiety but during the ride I was in a state of suspension, of being in-between with images and glimpses of lives going by through the window. Staring off into the blur has the potential to open up a peripheral way of thinking where things are momentarily understood or seen more clearly. My interest resides in this contradiction of a blur as a place of clarity and as something that can’t be distinctly remembered or articulated because it moves too quickly.