I used to live in Moscow, like any capital city, it is full of cars and busy people. Everyone is trying to get from one place to another, to hop on a bus, to dive into a metro station, to run up the escalator, to pass others by. Long commutes with multiple changes in public transport make people move faster than they would do naturally. It feels like this energy of a busy city makes ancient instincts wake up. And it doesn't take long for the passengers who were simply trying to get to their jobs to start competing for being the first in time and space. How does it feel to be in a hurry? Why are we trying to be so fast? How does this rush energy spread? I started sketching to understand it better.