KOLORY

The night seems tailor-made for those who cannot sleep until they have thought a story through to the end. The air is filled with the smell of petrol, salt and something elusively sweet. The city hums in the background, but inside there is silence mixed with adrenaline. Somewhere out there, traffic lights flash, but here there are our own lights, our own rules, our own universe in the cabin of an old BMW. It's like something out of a music video: half-truth, half-dream, but beautiful nonetheless.

In this state, it doesn't matter whether it's love or just youth that doesn't fit in the body. The main thing is to drive, not to slow down, and to believe that this world can really be turned off if that special person is nearby. A colour you can't name, but you recognise immediately.