Isn't It Strange

It's as if the air between two people has suddenly become denser than concrete. Once it was easy to breathe together, but now every word sounds like an attempt to explain the obvious: everything is already somewhere else. The music seems to go round in circles, like a familiar argument where it has long been known who will leave first.

And in this detachment there is a strange relief - not anger, not resentment, just fatigue from other people's games, where the stakes are always higher than feelings. Everything has been decided, but it's still heated. The last “heat” lingers like an echo of something left unsaid - either the finale or the aftertaste, when it no longer hurts, but you still remember what happened.