I have always loved subterranean passageways and subways for the way in which they carry you through them in odd little bubbles of climate controlled comfort. The lights inside glint off the interior glass and prevent you from seeing what's really out there, but you know: there are creatures, old stations, homeless camps, cold war bomb shelters, thirty foot rats. It's a voyeuristic game really, flying by at speed, only occasionally glimpsing curious shapes, spaces just beyond reach.
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