Nights in Armor

Somewhere between exhaustion and rage, this sound is born - like a fight in which it is more important not to win, but simply to prove that you still have strength. Words break into fragments, like teeth on shards of glass, but you can feel the pulse in them: “Hit me, I'm still burning.” The world is collapsing, the sun has been stolen, and instead of clarity, there is a golden fever in a dream. And yet, a strange stubbornness breaks through the ashes: as long as there is fire, there is movement.

Video by Joe Shaffer