City appears

The city appears where we do not expect to find it.

A sky slowly enters the interior of a car.
Real things become images of other things.
A bridge crosses the glass and leads nowhere.
The clouds seem to belong to another place.
Every surface preserves a small, secret geography.

The landscape is not outside, but inside what reflects it. Or inside me.
The street continues.
Perhaps photographing is simply realizing that the world (my inner world) is already an image.