The anonymous faces and places that surround us everyday often go unnoticed by our drive to always look forward, never sideways. Like by muscle-memory, our eyes zero in on our phones, books or simply stare into the void. With our ears shut by noise-canceling headphones (or simply by a louder noise or choice), we recuse ourselves into personal mind-made single-passenger pods and fail to see beyond it.
This photo essay captures some of these missed moments in daily commutes. From Tokyo to Toledo. From Naoshima to New York.

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