Vanilla

Youth bubbles beneath the skin - hot, restless, like a kettle forgotten on the stove. You want to be everywhere at once: on the world map, in the history of the city, in someone's ears and eyes. The world seems the same, but inside there is new software, new bugs, new “enemies.” Old ties are cut cleanly, but the air is cleaner, the pace is faster, the sound is louder.

Somewhere beneath this noise is fatigue, but for now it doesn't prevent me from spinning the planet on my finger like a basketball. Everything is boiling, clicking, sparkling. And if something breaks, well, that's just growing up in fast motion.