are we havin' fun yet?

When emotions run high, everything around turns into a neon-lit music video. The metropolis buzzes, the asphalt smells of exhaust fumes and haste, and somewhere between the cries of taxis and the hum of the subway, something resembling love happens - the kind that is too loud to be accidental. Every word is like cigarette smoke in the wind: it dissipates quickly, but leaves a lingering taste.

A little vulgar, slightly intoxicating, with a taste of “nothing is serious, but why does it hurt so much.” He seems to have seen everything, tried everything, but as soon as she appears, all his experience fades into the background. In a world of temporary connections and flight schedules, one thought remains: while it lasts, it's better to do it again.