This could be allegorical about almost anything buried in the imagination of man. With a lively and evolving soundtrack, we see people assembled in a well lit building above ground before descending to the depths of the metro where the trains speed along. People are like ants milling around, packed in, being ferried about. Their facial, almost alien, expressions basically and fluidly defined with as pallid a complexion as milk. It's very randomness is what makes it interesting. Shapes are distinguishable but the motions seem to defy logic, gravity - you name it. Ever tried smoking a cigarette whilst doing a cartwheel in a two piece suit? It's ten minutes of eccentricity, very slightly sexually charged, that I thought might inspire us to look about us more.