W TEJ OPOWIEŚCI

Once upon a time, everything looked promising - almost like the beginning of a heroic saga, complete with a dragon, a princess, and a grand plan that would change everything. But instead of shining armour, there was a greasy jacket; instead of an elixir, there was an energy drink from the nearest Żabka; and the magic ended right where reality began at 6:00 a.m. with a pale face in class.

Words fly like sparks - many, loud, and random. Each monologue is like a sprint without a finish line: you want to run away from the emptiness, but your feet are stuck in your own stories. The irony is that the hero of this story is his own dragon, his own saviour, and his own yawn.

Somewhere between ‘everything will be’ and ‘everything already was’ there remains a strange weariness from conversations and promises. The world seems funny, but the laughter comes with a wheeze, because the next morning there is the mirror again - and in it is not a knight, but a guy who simply did not have time to become himself.