Thursday, the metro, the evening, the peak hour.
In the car in the midsleep sit tired and unhappy people. Every knock of the wheels, every roar of the door of the wagon is heavily given to the head and brings unbearable pain. There is only one thought in this common consciousness: “I want to lie down in my bed and sleep in silence and peace.”
And suddenly, on the station a hunting row, a crowd of some spiders in colorful pants and joyfully declare "And now we are playing you on the drums!!!"

Are you in your mind?