Long Street (Between Castle and Hout)
Endless rows of cars lie between you and your family. A traffic jam, again. Annoyingly, the car next to you begins reverberating with sound. You look over. The driver is contorting themselves into all manner of expressive ways. This is going to be a jam like no other.
What looks like simple, impatient, finger-tapping, progresses into an expressive, “how-does-she-do-that?!”, limb-extending dance across the dashboard and the seats of the car. The performers are responsible drivers, always keeping an eye on the flow of traffic, but they own good sound systems and get carried away by the music. It begins as a dance in their heads, but becomes a reality in the confined space of their sedans.