septemberr daze pt. 2

Nostalgia coexists with hooliganism here: the smells of September days mixed with smoke after art school and the habit of pretending that everything is under control. It's funny and a little touching - as if adulthood has arrived, but inside it's still a teenage circus, where instead of serious decisions, they discuss who looks better in the photo and how many doors their dream car has.

The words sound like a confession, then like an excuse: you can love, but only ‘to go,’ so as not to get burned too badly. Light irony, a little confusion, and a lot of energy - all this creates an atmosphere of afternoon laziness with a taste of freedom, where even melancholy sounds light and daring.