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in the subway.

the underground home of a large gloomy family.

here there is us,

our consciousness,

our memories,

which means that there is everything here.

birds,

space,

continents,

kings and queens,

presidents,

artists…

what difference is there between a Mondrian

and a marble pattern

on a subway wall?

the first and the latter both attract people to themselves,

as destinies rush past one and the other,

staying true to their values…

to their art…

to their prisons.

here a person sits:

what is the difference between the real

and the imagined,

what if you never actively interact with one

or the other?

getting up from his seat, Redon leaves…

freeze!

go away…

the voice on the speaker says:

Trubnaya Station…

the train stops,

the doors open —

no one, anywhere.