I taped you to the windshield of my heart A collection of photos on the sunshade of Tokashiki island’s only bus that ran three times a day back and forth between the various beaches. I thought about where the people in those pictures might be, and who they were to this man driving this little bus, and why he had chosen to display them there. I don’t know if I would have thought about this guy so much otherwise. It reminded me that this man had a history and a Story. Would my perceptions and judgment of other people changed if everyone walked around with pictures of who’s important to them worn on their chests?
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I taped you to the windshield of my heart

A collection of photos on the sunshade of Tokashiki island’s only bus that ran three times a day back and forth between the various beaches.

I thought about where the people in those pictures might be, and who they were to this man driving this little bus, and why he had chosen to display them there. I don’t know if I would have thought about this guy so much otherwise. It reminded me that this man had a history and a Story.

Would my perceptions and judgment of other people changed if everyone walked around with pictures of who’s important to them worn on their chests?