I Don't Mind

Loud confidence, punctuated by a slight smirk. When life ceases to be a drama and becomes an arena where self-irony and style replace suffering. Here, people no longer cling to those who “seemed like their own” - they simply draw conclusions and shift into the next gear. A smug smile is reflected in the window of the night city: the past seems to be gone, the haters are in the shadows, and inside there is the pure sound of victory without fanfare. This kind of music smells of gasoline, tired neon lights, and that very freedom when you finally don't care anymore, but in a beautiful way.