Jakbym Miał W Ręku Klamkę

Stress here is not an enemy, but a strange neighbor with whom you can sometimes even drink a coconut-flavored energy drink. Yesterday was rock bottom, today seems to be a rebound. The wounds are covered with band-aids, inside there are breakdowns on the level of “metalcore in the middle of a track,” but on top of all this lies a funny joy: everyone around nods as if they agree. A little theater, a little self-irony - and it becomes almost cozy to live among “nice” deceptions, where the truth doesn't seem so important if the music and company keep you afloat.