We are on the top floor of a skyscraper, it is midnight.
The weak light of the lamp and the moon merge.
There is a small table by the window, the two half-full glasses of whiskey on it. The moonlight shines through them - like it's infusing the liquid with life before we drink. We are having a wordless dialogue...
From the window you can see a breathtaking view of the half-sleeping city, barely illuminated. Our skyscraper is the tallest of all. I'm Looking at the city and whilst you put your head on my shoulder - you seem to join my thoughts. As if we're both thinking about another world and its ruins, that we have left behind. Although different paths have led us to this reality, we still can't imagine the possibility of us not being together here and now - you not falling asleep on my shoulder.
