sweet coraline

A meeting in the rain, rescue from a taxi, and immediately - like a scene from a film, only the heroine is rude, confused and too bright to pass by. Here there is laughter through anger, and intoxication, in which the world breaks down into several versions of one ‘I’. Everything sounds like a game on the edge - the thread is holding, but it's about to break. And in this strange dance of resentment and infatuation, one feeling remains: the night is noisy, the shoes are wet, and inside, a farewell is already brewing, one that you want to say with a smirk.