Description
It is that constant and complete rumble beneath ones, half confutable rear. As purple geometric patterns flash in rows, forever marching under yellow illimitation. The orchestra of chatter, rings spiralling in a void of missing context, underpinned by the screams and the squeals of local fauna. Fingertips work away, dancing over keys, flipping pages and caressing glass as time is filled by play and work. The comfort and safety of this purple and yellow tube balanced by the uncertainly of its inhabitants that come and go through our journey. All familiar, all distant. A view out into an ever-transforming world sits strong in one’s forward vision. The caldron of people and lives collide in a supernova of current sociological states. The spectrum of reality encompassed in a forty-meter-long slithering steel snake, carving through suburbs, dens and country side.
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