Minimum ça

Sometimes you just want to exhale and remind the world: ‘I'm not bad, I'm tired.’ That's exactly the mood here - like a Friday evening after a crazy week, when instead of philosophy you want a glass of wine, a blanket, and a complete absence of deadlines. The music sways lazily, the words flow majestically, and behind them you can feel the sweet confidence of a person who has already done their part and now has every right to do nothing for at least ten minutes... well, okay, six.

It all sounds like a hymn to well-deserved rest - without guilt, without excuses, just with a sense of ‘enough’. Soft irony, a slightly smug rhythm, and that rare luxury - allowing yourself a pause while life goes on.