Бутылочка

Note by note, word by word, it's like a collage of fragments of memories and random phrases. Something unsaid, something almost absurd, but that's where the charm lies: chaos suddenly turns into music.

At first, it seems as if everything is falling apart, like a shop receipt in the pocket of an old coat, and then - bang! - it sticks together into a coherent rhythm that is hard to tear yourself away from. A slight carelessness, a touch of theatricality and that strange magic when even nonsense sounds true.