Nirvana

Somewhere between the back alleys of childhood and shop windows displaying niche perfumes, a man grew up who stopped playing by other people's rules. The world around him is still the same - grey, wary, a little sticky - but now it is covered in black ‘Fefe,’ confidence and the scent of victory, bought not in duty free, but in sweat and sleepless nights. In every line, you can hear a dull ‘must’ - not motivation, but the instinct for survival.

While others talk about how ‘everything has changed,’ here they just do it - without trust, without noise, without pretence. Only numbers, codes, streets, and quiet revenge for the times when no one ‘below’ fired in support. And yet, somewhere inside, there is a childhood dream of the stage, Nirvana and the spotlight, to finally prove that even ‘nuisible’ people can become stars if they are not afraid to go hungry.