BRUCE

When the air becomes thick like syrup and your thoughts suddenly decide to take a holiday, this is what happens. The world is slightly blurred around the edges, like a photo from an old phone, but inside everything is crystal clear: there's no need to rush, no need to prove anything, no need to be the hero of the day. It's enough just to breathe (if you can still feel your lungs) and laugh at how funny the word ‘Bruce’ sounds after the third repetition.

In this state, even the police officers at the door are not enemies, but characters in a sitcom who are unlucky with their roles. The kitchen turns into an alchemist's laboratory, friends become marble statues, and reality becomes a cartoon with a soundtrack of coughs and beats. All serious conversations are postponed until tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow. Today, it's enough just to be - slow, smoky, content.