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It's as if someone took a notebook filled with teenage dreams and splashed neon colours across the sky. There are unicorns, bicycles with broken brakes, and stars that don't fall but stubbornly rush towards you. It all sounds like a daring instruction manual for flying without guarantees: the map is torn, the landmarks are lost, but inside there is an engine fuelled by pure adrenaline and music.

There is a feeling of freedom in this that is a little scary and a lot of fun. It's a kind of cosmic escape from the ‘right’ life: when instead of a CV, there are heartfelt notes on the clouds, and instead of a compass, there is someone else's hand that you always want to reach for. And the higher you climb, the clearer it becomes that vagueness and uncertainty don't get in the way, but only make it more exciting.