Niebla

A slightly gloomy morning and a city that's too bright, where even the air seems to have a taste of weariness. Everything around is moving, buzzing, flashing, while inside, it's always in "think about it later" mode. Sometimes you just want to exchange broken parts of yourself - give something imperfect and receive at least a drop of honesty in return. It's roughly about this: about people who hide their feelings under a shield of irony, play "gangsters," but are actually just afraid of not being liked. It sounds like the evening after a long day when it doesn't matter anymore who's right. When you want to say, "Give me the worst, I'll still try to make something beautiful out of it." And let the whole world think it's a joke - the main thing is that one person understands it isn't.