London2Paris

Every line is like the smell of jet fuel - acrid, yet exhilarating. This rhythm conveys weariness with concrete streets and monotonous faces, a desire to dissolve into another city, another atmosphere. This is not about luxury, but about salvation: a plane ticket as temporary therapy, a chance to breathe in fresh meaning. The words sound like the inner dialogue of someone who grew up too soon but still believes that it is possible to escape the noise, resentment and expectations of others - at least for the duration of the flight.

Here, the irony of the big city flashes by: some chase hype and TikTok, while others chase silence in their heads. Between London and Paris, there are not kilometres, but space for hope, where you can gather your thoughts, not let other people's changes knock you off course, and perhaps find that very point where noise turns into music.