Vlad Chuvilev. I don't know why, but ... (№ 183274)

I don't know why, but metro I love. This underworld with its own laws, people, tales and legends. This damp smell is the hum of the trains through the tunnels, these flashing everywhere face. Somehow it all reminds me of my childhood and takes me to a country called "Reverie and Nostalgia". A few million people and lives go into the subway to head to friends, to work, to walk or just to go on these long and droning compositions. Really like the architecture of stations, each station is their own. Stations similar to small States, where lives its own little life.