I love driving around downtown LA late night and very early morning!

One of my favorite places to just go and hang out and think is Union Station!

I like to see people come in, see them meet family, lovers, friends, I like to think about where their going...

I imagine hopping a train with no idea where it's going and taking that journey to another life. I just change my identity. Change my name. Find another way of life in another city.

Maybe fall in love with a beautiful woman who will have no idea that I'm not who I am...

But what if she isn't who she says she is?

What if the city isn't what it claims to be?

What if America itself is a lie?

What if dreams were real and the waking life was the illusion?