Out late one night or early morning, the traffic was still heavy on the 10E. I rode in a car, heading fast to nowhere. The vibration and motion of the vehicles were captured in this series of photographs.

The streaks of head lights and tail lights zipping by created intriguing designs against the dark canvas of the night. They looked like they would collide, only barely missing as they rounded the curb. In the darkness of the night, the cars provided the guiding lights. They hinted at the life inside while there existed life outside. According to Newton's Second Law which states that energy is neither created or destroyed, at that moment, I realized the futility of my drive.

Was I running away from anguish, as discussed by Sarte, that is inherent in human existence? Was I trying too hard to create meaning out of nothingness? As I looked around me, I wondered where all the cars were going in this late hour. I wondered why I was out. Why could I not sleep? Was I running, running from me?