There’s a passage in Jess Walter’s The Financial Lives of the Poets where the main character briefly mentions looking into other people’s cars—of course, I don’t have the book with me now, so I’ve lost the way Walter phrased it. But it was something cave-like. Looking through the windows of other people’s lives is like looking in on a small, dark world.

I haven’t been able to get this image out of my head, so when I stumbled upon Andrew Bush’s photo series Vector Portraits yesterday (via Laughing Squid), I knew I had to share.

Andrew Bush took these photographs of passing drivers in Los Angeles between 1989 and 1997. The collection is published as a book, Drive.

We feel so contained in a car, as if it’s a private space—yet we’re so close to other people without even thinking about it. We’re really quite exposed.