Rest Your Eyes a Minute — I'll Watch the Stops 🚋

The story

Late at night on an almost empty city tram, warm amber lights glow over polished wooden seats while the dark city slides past the window in soft blurs. Murray sits by the window, close to the camera, swaying gently with the tram. In a soft, warm voice she tells you that you have held everything up since this morning, and that you can rest your eyes for a minute while she watches the stops for you.