ID: commuter.
Everything and everybody is moving so fast; straight to the point, without even watching around. That's the commuter life. Losing your own identity day by day, considering yourself just a drop in the ocean, not even caring about who's living that with you.
Only time matters.
"No identity for commuters,
train is here
everything's moving fast;
speed of light,
moving shadow,
the sound of speed.
Slowly fading,
time is moving
people out of focus."
