queen of the season

Love always seems like a simple word until you encounter its winding paths. Here, it is like an old wooden plaque with names scratched into it: it seems nice, but the splinter in your finger will remind you of itself for a long time. The song has a lot of air and pauses, as if the conversation is interrupted when there is not enough courage to finish it. Questions sound more often than answers, and this only makes it more honest. It seems to be about a breakup, but it feels not like drama, but like a quiet ritual of letting go - with a taste of freedom and slight fatigue.

Director: Glynn Parkinson