The escalators are really long. The longest is Namesti Miru one stop north of Muzeum. That one simply entrances me. When I first arrived, I was still reeling over not being able to shoot my short film in Denmark and coming so close that I just wanted to take my camera and shoot these escalators all night until some sort of short film came out of it. I knew it was possible, staring at hundreds of Czechs slowly whirring past you, staring back at you, staring at each other, sometimes looking lost, sometimes loving, sometimes lusting. There was a story here and it didn't matter to me which story, just that I could shoot something.
     Evolving out of that, I thought about all the stories that could unfold over the course of the two and half minutes it takes to get to the top of the Namesti Miru escalator. There are an infinite number of stories of course and to this day it fascinates me to no end thinking about all the stories that could start at the bottom and end at the top.
     And what does it do to the story when the escalator route is altered somehow. Like in Muzeum when you take one set of short escalators up to a short landing where in fourteen or fifteen steps you reach another slightly longer escalator up to the red line. It takes a little less time than it would take riding the Namesti Miru escalator but I wonder how it would change the stream of consciousness when you've got two escalators to consider and not just one in addition to a small trek over a short landing where sometimes, metro officials lurk to bust anyone not carrying a ticket.