exile (feat. Bon Iver)

Sometimes relationships resemble an old film that is shown over and over again - even if the ending is already known and it hurts just as much every time. Everything seems beautiful: the light falls softly, the characters stand opposite each other, but between them there is air, stretched like film on an old reel. He is still holding her hand, but the scene is long over, and there will be no applause.

This is a story about a quiet departure without scandal or fireworks. When words are no longer needed because all the ‘signs’ have been given, but no one wanted to read them. The world seems to be the same, but familiar streets have become foreign, and home is just a dot on the map of the past. All that remains is to leave the frame without slamming the door and let the credits finally roll to the end.