It's All Good

It's like driving on a highway where the markings have long since worn away, and the navigator confidently lies that “everything is going according to plan.” The gas tank is empty, the headlights are blinking, but you still step on the gas - habit is stronger than common sense. The couple has long since learned the choreography of their quarrels: he shuts down, she cuts him off with her words, then they both pretend that “everything is okay.” This mantra sounds louder than the engine - “everything is fine, everything is normal” - even when you're already flying downhill without braking. It's ironic, like in movies where the characters smile against the backdrop of a fire. Only here, instead of special effects, there are the ruins of love and a quiet stubbornness to keep going until the wheels finally fall off.