I tried to do a story as memories. You are in a place, here waiting a bus and start to thing about something (here India because I meet this indian guy at the bus stop). At the begging your spirit isn’t so clear like a mix of the reality of the street, sound of traffic... and your memories in shadows. Then more you think about that, more you feel go away and at the end your spirit isn’t stay at the starting point but really go far away.