Pokerface

The asphalt hums like bass from speakers, and oncoming headlights are not a danger, but simply scenery for a film where the rules have been suspended. Everything here is saturated with gasoline, self-confidence, and a slight weariness from other people's morals. A world where chrome rims replace diplomas, and a lawyer on speed dial replaces peace of mind. It's ironic, of course, when adulthood looks like an endless game of poker with fate: the stakes are high, the faces are stone, but everyone knows that bluffing is also currency here.

Beneath the roar of the engine lies a strange honesty. No posturing, no “mindfulness.” Just youth, noisy, brazen, and a little tired of trying to be decent.