I sat over the freeway that night, an open copy of The Condition of Postmodernity in my lap, watching hundreds and hundreds of passing vehicles below. Where could all these people possibly be going? Who were they? Why were they on the road at that particular time in that particular spot? Together the camera and I decide they are nothing but streaks of light across the fabulous framework of a living city, their motion blurred beyond recognition, their massive bodies disappearing into the background of buildings, roads and trees. Perhaps the camera sees more than the eye can. With the mind, the three, together, postulate the meaning(lessness) of existence, then return to the lights and the people on the streets above.