"It is a film. We know the script: it lurks inside each of us. It brings the road back to the night, to childhood terrors, to spaces that show only the surface of things while beneath, all the danger of the world wells up. Every surface carries a dangerousness within it. The motorway spreads it out. A killer on the road. Footsteps in the snow. The absence of noise except for the frequency of passing cars, that one does not get used to. One no longer knows whether one would prefer there to be nobody, not a soul, or whether one catches oneself fearing each approaching vehicle, for what it carries of the unknown, of danger." Philippe Azoury