JESZCZE RAZ

An evening that contradicts itself: it seems like you want it to be “the last time,” but in reality, you're already planning to repeat it tomorrow. Here, there is a cocktail spilled on a white top, club lights, and a taxi that you get into only to get out again an hour later at another door. A little chaos, a little irony - and a whole universe of brief moments that stubbornly refuse to become memories.