Bucharest, February 10th, 2016

The uber driver was driving around the streets’ potholes while listening to Leonard Cohen’s “In My Secret Life. Maybe he turns into Daredevil at night.

For the fifth day straight, the sun was strong enough to require him to wear sunglasses. He looks around and sees a city bathed in gorgeous sunlight while suffocating on Instagram-filter colored pollution.

He looks at the license plates of the cars around: they’re all dusty, as if they hadn’t been washed in years. But his is clean. He washes his car everyday.