In this digitized distant world two clashing character's path crosses by in London town and that's where the discord starts.

In this digitized distant world two clashing character's path crosses by in London town and that's where the discord starts.

Flies never give up. But horses may get exhausted. But flies never stop buzzing.

Flies never give up. But horses may get exhausted. But flies never stop buzzing.

A group of junkies go to a deserted part of town at night to get high. They cross paths with "the one in the woods". After that moment it is impossible to know where the journey is to.

A group of junkies go to a deserted part of town at night to get high. They cross paths with "the one in the woods". After that moment it is impossible to know where the journey is to.

This is how people feel on fridays. This is how people cover their somber minds with invisible curtains. This is what lies behind.

Every beginning becomes an end of yours, and mine, and us and this world. Because every ending has something to do with beginnings. Today, everyone and everything is more cruel, more hungry and more violent. We're becoming more foreign to each other. Becoming more distant to each other and running away at full speed. And you, what about you? Are you going to keep drifting away in your gray and helpless life? Or are you going to remember who you are and start listening to your own feelings and mind?

This is how people feel on fridays. This is how people cover their somber minds with invisible curtains. This is what lies behind.

This is how people feel on fridays. This is how people cover their somber minds with invisible curtains. This is what lies behind.