TiK ToK

A mixture of glitter, chaos, and the certainty that morning is somewhere in the future. The music hits you right in the heels, while the world outside the window pretends not to hear how everything inside vibrates in time. The air smells of hairspray, lemon from a cocktail, and promises that no one is going to keep.

It's simple: life flickers like a phone screen at 3:47 a.m., and the hands of the clock are just decoration. No one is looking for meaning here; it dissolves into bass and loud laughter. And if the universe suddenly collapses, let it do so to a good beat, with glitter in your hair and one last “whoa-oh” on your lips.