Back Outside

Sometimes relationships turn into an endless game of tennis: the ball of reproaches goes back and forth, and there is almost no energy left to play. On the outside, it's like ‘us,’ but on the inside, it's every man for himself. And then all that's left is to open the door wider: want to leave? Please, the street is waiting.

The music here is free, with a slight touch of audacity - not about drama, but about relief. Like breathing in the evening air after a stifling argument and remembering that there is a whole world outside the walls of the flat. And let them meet there now - ‘back outside’.