Anno Fantastico

A year when everything went wrong and yet was perfect. Money is crisping, the engine is roaring, the body is warming the couch, and memory is warming the bottle. The world around us stopped being honest a long time ago, but it has become generous with shows. Here, every enemy is a potential fan, every mistake is a line for a new verse, every nite is the premiere of another "Fantastico." The cocktail smells of gasoline, powder, and cynicism – a drink that no one orders, but everyone drinks. Laughter drowns out anxiety, likes replace alibis, and only in the pauses between beats can you hear something alive still trembling somewhere inside. It seems the party will never end; it will just change the filter and the car brand.