life underground

if a city is a body then the subway, or metro if you rather, is undoubtedly its veins. it thrives deep beneath the surface, unceremoniously snaking through the heart and webbing out to the furthest appendages.
a unique yet familiar society takes place in this throbbing means of transport.
its the uncanny valley of every city, the dingy doppelganger to every sparkly highrise. a commute for some, home to many, and a canvas for others the subway is prime ground for the unusual.


a lifetime of fluffiness for less than 5 dollars.

 feelin like a fly high...
  
or a dong bang? translation: poop bread. delicious... no lie.
 
 by and far the most epic hair I've ever had the pleasure to encounter. when in doubt, bow in reverence.