Partycrasher

The party seems noisy, but the real spark isn't in the speakers, but in the glances across the room. When words get stuck somewhere in the air, and all communication boils down to “I see you, but I won't come over.” You stand by the wall, pretending to just catch the vibe, but your heart is already running a marathon.

It's paradoxical: the crowd is calling you to have fun, but the main story is in this quiet dance of the eyes, which will never get any closer. It's as if everyone here has their own role, and someone has been given the image of an unattainable ghost in the light of the disco balls.