STROBO

The world flashes in time with your pulse - short bursts, laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the feeling that the night stretches on forever. Everything is too loud, too bright, but that's the thrill of it: not having to think, not having to remember, not having to wait for Monday. Just dissolving into the neon lights while someone films on their phone, someone else looks for a lighter, and someone else dances as if there is salvation in these strobe lights. All around is chaos, alcohol, and the sticky sweetness of jelly bears on your tongue. And let tomorrow bring a hangover, fatigue, and awkward silence. Today is lights, heat, and the illusion that life has finally fallen into rhythm.