Could there be a more public space than a busy escalator in a crowded railway station? And yet, people seem to feel some sense of privacy while being transported. Forced into complacency they do not seem to notice the discrepancy between their inability and unwillingness to interact and their posing on some kind of stage exhibiting much more about their true self than they might want to reveal.
These pictures seem like being taken through the viewport of some secret lab. I suppose my physicist's brain made me realize this opportunity to conduct this experiment on my unwitting subjects. Feel free to muse about their relationships and intentions – as they never met before I joined their projections in spacetime pixel by pixel.