CATALINA

There is no need to explain anything when the eyes speak for both of them. They reveal both fatigue from empty promises and a strange recognition, as if this meeting were not the first, but simply a continuation after a long pause. Everything around them is noisy, with people flashing by with gilded plans and plastic compliments, but that's beside the point. Something else is more important here: a random spark that suddenly makes you want to run away to the edge of the map, where you don't have to play roles and where you can be... illogically happy.

A little rebellion, a little ritual - when touch replaces prayer and the body becomes faith. Childishly funny and seriously thrilling. Two people from different worlds, equally tired of pretending, decide to say “to hell with it all”: let there be night, wind, an island, and their own universe without spectators.