Below Zero

Summer is over, but the hangover isn't. The sun has been replaced by club lights, glasses of tequila taste easier than a sip of water, and it seems that the calendar now flickers like a DJ console: September, October, November... until the heart cools down to December's sub-zero temperatures. This is that very anxious autumn when dancing and escapades hide the fear of losing oneself, and one wants to warm up before it's too late.