Nearsight [SID]

Time flies by like a drone with a low battery - quickly, noisily, and without the ability to rewind the frame. Everything that used to seem like an endless summer is now flying away into weekdays, to-do lists, and drawn-out news. My head is buzzing, but not from the bass - from fatigue. I just want to hit "pause," take a deep breath, and remember what it was like when I wasn't afraid to brake. And in the sound, it's as if someone is learning to breathe again. Slowly, with a hint of smoke and longing for moments that won't be repeated. A little psychedelia, a little despair, but it's all surprisingly alive - it's like there's a party raging inside, where sadness and euphoria dance on the same frequency.