Card Declined (Brimful of Asha)

From the very first seconds, it feels like a party that never ends, even when dawn is already peeking through the windows. Everything revolves around one promise: to keep the fire burning when everyone else has long since wanted to sit down. The role of ‘the one who keeps the party going’ sounds proud and a little doomed, because somewhere between the dancing and laughter, the word ‘goodbye’ slips in.

The music spreads warmth, like the heat of the light bulbs on the club ceiling or the breath of the crowd on the crowded dance floor. ‘I am the light’ sounds not like pathos, but like a spell that helps to delay the silence a little longer. And it is in this anguish, in this endless repetition, that there is a strange beauty: to shine while you still have the strength, even if tomorrow you will have to fade away.