Wati by Night

Saturday night is like a mini-universe of smoke, loud music, and attempts to be happy at least until morning. Everyone laughs, sings along, and flirts as if the balance of the world depends on it. Some came just to distract themselves, some to prove they are still alive, and some by accident. And while the lights spin above, someone's glass is already sliding across the floor, and in the corner, an argument about ‘nothing’ begins, which will end noisily anyway. Everything follows the same pattern, but that's where the magic lies - in the repetitive madness, where everyone hopes that this time the night will be kinder.