Dziki Zachód

Asphalt instead of prairies, an engine instead of a horse – but the spirit remains the same: wind in your face, dust on your boots and eternal ‘forward’, even if the road goes downhill. Here, the cowboy is not looking for gold, only his place in the city, where speed is the new currency and freedom smells like petrol. Everything around him is noisy, flashing and telling him it's time to stop, but he starts up his ‘mechanical horse’ again and rides off to a place where time flows a little slower and sunsets still look honest.