act xvi: twentyfoe7

The arguments here are as absurd as arguing about who will turn off the lights first when both will remain in the dark anyway. It's like, “I don't know why,” but inside, there's a raging sea, and you want to hold on to each other at least until tomorrow. Love sticks, then slips away, like a phone from your hands, but without it, you can't go on. Everything is too fast, but it drags on forever. And because of this, “twenty-four seven” becomes not a time, but a state - like paradise, which stubbornly demands nerves, tears, and hugs on top of that.