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My tram project began accidentally in 2009, with several cold and damp days in Riga. Faces behind glass, journeying – perhaps between work and home – and drifting in thought, half conscious of surroundings. In Milan, chosen for its extensive tram network, commuters were different yet, behind windows, carried a similar sense of time suspended. Returning some months later to Riga and my strategic spot, I waited and watched to the echoes of nighttime trams clanking and grinding towards the Central Market.

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