TAM GDZIE HAJS

Two shiny spots above your head - they look like simple chains, but they're actually small medals for surviving your own quest. Once upon a time, you hung posters of your idols, now you live against their backdrop: the noise of the streets instead of fanfare, sushi delivery instead of the school canteen. Everything seems the same - only now you don't dream, but check your bank balance and smile at those who are still worried about ‘going off the rails’.

Life is made up of paradoxes like this: you earn money, you spend it, you do something and don't understand why, but you're still happy. Tattoos instead of a diary, tracks instead of confessions. And let your neighbour think that ‘the guy is lucky,’ and someone whispers about chance - inside, a thought quietly spins: once upon a time, you would have collected twelve months for this life, but now it collects itself in a couple of minutes on the beat.