IN KLEIN' SCHEINEN

It's as if someone finally stopped chasing on a wet highway between neon and the night wind. There's a weariness of survival in his words, of constantly "holding on," and a strange pleasure in being alone and not afraid of the silence. Everything seemed hard-earned: the glitz, the pain, and the realisation that love can easily turn into business if you're not careful. But under that cold light, something alive still flickers – that very Californian feeling when you're walking in the rain and suddenly realise: life can be tough, but it's still your own.