ANFO႕

The sleepy reality of the big city is no place for the weak. Here, mirrors don't reflect, they tease; the streets smell of stale alcohol and broken glass, and every day is like a test of survival with a leak of meaning. The world seems to be hanging on the edge between ‘whatever’ and ‘before it's too late.’ Everything is too real to be a dream and too absurd to be true. But amid the noise, smoke and buzzing ego, one thing still slips through: the desire to simply breathe while the beat pounds in your temples, reminding you that life may be crooked, but it's yours.