New Case

It smells of cigarettes in the stairwell and slightly warm beer in a plastic cup. Everything feels like home, but with a hint of awkwardness - when you arrive later than everyone else and are greeted not with condemnation, but with laughter and pats on the back. On the one hand, there is resentment for old reproaches, on the other - relief: new dramas have passed you by, which means you can still just clink glasses and breathe a sigh of relief.

There are no heroes in this story, only eternal roles: someone is late, someone is sarcastic, someone tries to hide behind bravado, and someone is still glad that everyone has gathered. The music sounds like an admission that we ourselves build our walls and our dramas, and then we are surprised that it is so stuffy inside them. And still, there is a place to return to. Even if it is a noisy kitchen and tired old friends.