I NEED IT NOW

Sometimes it seems that time is currency, and someone has failed to pay the wages again. Everything is burning, melting, pulsing under the skin, and the brain demands at least a drop of peace, at least a minute of silence. But silence does not come - instead, there is a beat, heat, repetition, as if the heart is stuck on one line: “give me another second, give me anything.”

This sound is both exhausting and healing at the same time. Like summer asphalt under bare feet: painful, hot, but alive. There is something primitive in this rhythm - a cry for the need to be noticed right now, before it cools down. And even if the only response is an echo, you still want more.