Lights Out

Like a party that doesn't know it's already three in the morning - and, to be honest, doesn't care. Everything is melted down to a shine: thoughts, boundaries, time. Only the rhythm is alive, like a pulse in your chest, and someone in the darkness with a silky voice asks, “Keep that beat.” Here, no one looks for meaning, no one checks their feelings, no one waits for tomorrow. Everything happens right now. And if suddenly the room gets hot, it means everything is right.