SUBETETODOKANAINARA

Wrapped in the damp night air and smoke-laden memories,
he leaves this place behind.
This is a sonic documentary tracing the path of a man who lived through past desires, fleeting pleasure, and deep solitude, set against the backdrop of a city he once called home.

The guitar doesn't scream or speak-
it simply lingers, like drifting smoke in an alleyway,
quietly scooping up the smoldering fragments of memory.

"If nothing reaches, then that's just fine."-
Not a resignation to being misunderstood,
but a quiet affirmation of a way of life that can't be compromised.

Days lived between frenzy and purification.
Nights sunk in mistakes, pleasures, and sorrow.

Not everything can be put into words-nor does it have to be.
This is a story still smoldering in a forgotten corner of the city-
and I want to deliver it, quietly, only to you.