In fragile backdrops of clay-punk world, lies a character, whom others have forgotten. Misplaced and nondegradable, there is no doubt that the locals are not welcoming its kind, and yet others are about to come.
A figurative therapy for environmental vanity in an open support group, accompanied by fan collages of verses, riffs, and the most skinny fitted t-shirts of millenial emo guitar bands. A message stuck in a plastic bottle - bringing back to life the memories of painting on walls, fences, trains and all the effort to make an indelible imprint on its surroundings and to get stuck in it just as the heroine of our story in an environment that is alien to her.
— Lumír Nykl
