Flowers grow against the background of pink noise, not ideal, not muted, but alive. It’s the breath of the city, mixed with the breath of a person who simply decided to stop for a while.
Pink noise is about harmony within noise, about the ability to be amidst movement, without losing yourself. About calm, in which both tiredness and joy sound at the same time. Sometimes life looks just like that — a little noisy, but calmly so, in its own way.