The Sliding Doors

What do the pictographs at the doors of public transit in Toronto and Paris tell us about modern life there?



Toronto is the playground of black-turtlenecked beatniks with Van Dyke beards who wait patiently at the doors for the flashing of the green light - he may now push smoothly upon the bar and pass the threshold separating him from his bongo workshop or poetry recital.



Whereas in Paris life is obviously more stressful and cruel, to which our friend the hasty, yellow-clad lapin can attest; he watches with alarm as his hand is crushed by the blunt guillotine of the Doors of Indifference.

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