RUSH HOUR CHAOS

Every morning/day/afternoon, the commute transforms into a churning/snarling/twisting beast. Cars crawl like insects/slugs/snails along the asphalt, each driver a prisoner in their own steel cage/box/shell. The air is thick with fumes/exhaust, and tempers flare as horns blare out a discordant/chaotic/raucous symphony. It's a daily struggle/ordeal/b