HOT SKIN, HAZE IN THE MIND
With Attaquer, riding without maps — a summit and a launch under the same sun.
Up there, the sun strips everyone down to the same — hot skin, haze in the mind — and the road forgets where it’s supposed to end. You can’t tell if you’re chasing the others or if they’re pulling you forward, if you’re climbing or just floating.
When we finally drop back into the city, we’re not quite the same. Still together, but scattered somehow — like light breaking on water.
No destination, only the memory of having been there together
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