The commencement of the first metro line in 2008 has left Bangalore in a state of flux, with a process that never seems to end. With every line added, places and landmarks disappear leaving rubble, remains of dismembered trees, and fractured spaces in its wake. The protests never cease but neither does the metro. It slides across the city blind to the textures, colors, and the living city it passes. From inside its glassy tube, one can only see out and beyond.