The underground as a continuous stream of people with an equally unending stream of thoughts. A maze of tunnels and stations filled with mostly unspoken words. And although not literally shared, the words and thoughts share enough common ground to define the collective subconsciousness of the city.

A natural environment to blend in without getting noticed, a shelter for those that have trouble streamlining their own thoughts, that seek reflection without knowing the words for it. Moving along with the continuous stream of thoughts although your own thoughts may have come to a complete standstill.