DICI

A mixture of cheap alcohol, fatigue, and philosophy at the bottom of the glass. The bar is buzzing, friends are in various states of disrepair, and someone is talking about a new life again - tomorrow, of course. But tomorrow never comes when the floor is shaking beneath your feet and all you can think is "how did we even get here." There's a certain honesty in this mindless fun: no one pretends to be in control, everyone is just saving themselves as best they can - some with a joke, some with a margarita, some with a dream of escaping their own dead end. The music here is like the last cigarette before dawn: bitter, burning, but impossible to put down.