The space of the subway, which spreads like a spider's web beneath the heart of a huge city, is a blue mirror that reflects our image. The concrete of the city, which is growing bigger day by day, is today's baobab tree and the mannequins flowing beneath it. There are no people under the modern appearance of the city, which is more colorful today due to the absence of tomorrow. The end of the city, where only symbols remain, is therefore empty.

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