万有引力

The city shines like a brand new gadget: glass cuts through the sun, the wind carries the “latest version of ideals.” The heart clicks into high-definition mode and tries to catch the signal between “here - peaceful” and “there - alarm.” Correctness sometimes resembles violence, silent softness is lost in the noise - and yet you can still breathe: stars hide under the daytime sky, they are simply not visible, but they are there.

Music speaks the language of physics: attraction, phases, tides. Each is a separate planet, billions of dreams and billions of solitudes in their orbits, but an invisible force still pulls them closer. People inevitably seek each other out, sometimes scratching at the edges, and yet they come together - without demanding to match down to the pixel. There is enough space to be yourself, and beyond that, a law operates that needs no proof.