We sure like our cars. We eat in ‘em, sleep in ‘em. Drink beer, watch movies, conceive children in ‘em. Party off their tailgates. Blast music from their hatchbacks. Vacations, weddings, funerals. Sometimes we shoot at people from moving ones. And we sure keep a lot of crap in ‘em. It must have been Freud who once said:
“One can ascertain much about an individual from the crap in their car.”
Damn right, Siggy.
Here now, is a little collection, a photo essay, of anonymous cars and the very nonymous crap inside them. Maybe they’ll make you reflect on the human foibles we all share. Maybe you’ll laugh, until you ironically recognize your own ride.
Crap In Cars, the movie "You know, we can see your crap through the window..."
©2012 Walter Michka