Tesla

It's like a live broadcast from the mind, where news, football, politics and parties merge into one continuous stream - either of life or chaos. Sounds crumple like a newspaper read in a hurry: someone argues about God, someone about the championship, and someone just turns on the TV so they don't have to hear themselves. It seems to be about everyone, but also about no one in particular.

The music jumps between channels, where logic is replaced by emotion, and plot by the feeling that the world has overheated a little, but continues to dance nonetheless. And there is a strange consolation in this frenzied montage: as long as everything is spinning, it means we are alive.