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An urban story without filters or sentimentality. Where bouquets are replaced by messages in a messenger app, and confessions by ‘I'll call you when I get bored.’ It all seems cynical, but beneath this ostensible coldness shines through a familiar weariness - from games in which no one wins. This isn't about love, but about trying not to feel, pretending that everything is under control, even if inside everything has already fallen apart into noise, smoke and half a pack of cigarettes.

And yet, there is something alive in this sarcasm. It's as if both of them understand that they are playing someone else's roles, but they stay anyway, as long as the pain is at least a little bit like attention.