Sustancias

Sometimes the night asks you not to philosophise, but simply to switch off your brain and turn up the bass. Everything is decided: phone on silent, conscience on pause, no plans except one - to get lost in the light of neon bottles and strangers' laughter. The air smells of alcohol, freedom, and something that is embarrassing to remember later, but pleasant.

The music pounds in your temples, and with it comes the thought that life isn't so complicated if you don't try to control everything. After all, sometimes ‘letting go’ isn't about yoga and self-development, but about the dance floor at five in the morning, when the sun is already rising and no one cares.