Under ground your focus changes. It's a constant same time, same season. We're oddly dwarfed by the interior location, as well as the ads. In between the rush it's eerie and lonesome. In a crowd we're still alone; aware we don't belong.
I recall being 4 or 5 years old and wanting to photograph with my parent's camera. I see in framed, stopped images. It's always been like that, from my earliest memory. The urge to record an event or stop a moment has always been there. The need to create is a powerful force in human nature, not to be denied.