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Sometimes, in order to survive, you just have to turn off the sound - both in your head and in your heart. There's no room for philosophy here: smoke, concrete, friends with different fates, and the eternal feeling that everything is held together by good faith and nicotine. The world spins fast, life is short, and no one promised any gifts - so happiness has to be scraped out of nights that smell of sweat and freedom. “Today I will forget everything” sounds not like weakness, but like a way to stay alive: to give yourself a break so that tomorrow you can get up again and run after your piece of light, even if it's through fog and anxiety.