Driving by underground make one feel like you are the loneliest and most isolated person on earth. There are all those people around you. You know noone.
You don't see anything but walls of the tunnels. No connection to nature but the earth down there.
Noone speaks to someone.
Someone reads a book.
The other one reads the newspaper.
A kid on its way home.
A young girl/woman coming from shopping with a lot of shopping bags on her lap.
The young student coming from university or maybe from having coffee with other students.
The young man looking cool but is so insecure inside.
The old woman in old worn out clothes.
The turkish man with so many wrinkles in his face and skin like leather from working too much outside in the sun.
The beautiful woman dressed up for a date.
The young asian man on his way to I don't now what. He looks so cute.
Two teenage girls giggling over something on their mobile phones...
And me.
No sparks today.
01:24 - March 03, 2009
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