Клуб

Once upon a time, the night smelled of champagne and club smoke, but now it smells of cosy tiredness and slightly warm coffee from a vending machine. It's still ‘let's go to the club,’ only the route has changed: neon lights have been replaced by table lamps, and highballs by mugs. Sleepless mornings and dancing until you lose your bearings are a thing of the past, replaced by a book, a bench, and silence in which you can finally hear yourself.

And yet, somewhere deep inside, that same spark still flickers - a reminder that once upon a time, loud music was not just noise, but proof of life. Only now the rhythm has changed: it has become softer, calmer, but still just as real.