Islanda

Sometimes people break up not because things are bad, but because their orbits have diverged. All that's left are random habits of calling the old number, remembering tastes, and funny coincidences. Memories are like old photos; it's a little embarrassing to keep them, but it's also a shame to throw them away. Everything sounds like a movie soundtrack where the hero finally achieved their dream, but without the main character. Northern lights in your imagination, but in reality, exhaust fumes and loneliness in your apartment. But even from this, you can weave a gentle sadness: about those who once knew you best, and about your former self, who believed you could fly to Iceland together.