Every day I feel this sharp smell composed of dust, grease and abundant human sweat. I'm talking about going down to the subway where I recall my childhood more often, beacause many things have changed since then, except the subway. People always are late for work or meetings, but nobody wants to stuck in traffic jams or get caught by snow or rain. Have you noticed how this place erases class distinctions? Well, sooner or later every man finds himself here, but strangely enough, everyone looks the same. For instance, people in rich black suits with white collars stand closer to the bad smelling workers and casually dressed children. In the subway I particularly feel their sadness, their alienation, their humility, their charity. All these characters pretend not to notice someone else around, getting busy in a world of digital screens of electronic friends and smart phones. This is so odd to my eyes, as one passenger does not look like the other and, at the same time, the whole train looks like a canned production conveyor. After all, people in the subway are more like canned sardines.
Since I'm using this kind of transport, I deliberately try to bring myself out of comfort zone in order to understand what people do feel in a short time being in such proximity to other junk. There is a question of what exactly is in the subway making us so wretched and pitiful. Why people are so accustomed to everything, regardless of their desires and preferences. If one has the right to choose his environment, along with the ability to change, why he continues to go with the flow.. Those questions remain open every time I go under the ground and hear the sound of approaching train.
At the end, man is a creature of getting used to everything, that best defines human beings, said once Dostoevsky.
