A series of stories written in the aftermath of a drunken night, on the phone, when the alcohol fades away, and you are soaked in memories, poorly curated Spotify playlists, and the pain of loving poorly.
Love, because love is always love, even when we no longer meet, love remains.
Cynicism, to view pain from a sideways angle.
Technicolor, like Disney movies, where there’s a happy ending at the end.
The self-portrait of a generation we do not know at all