Sitting at a table, slightly set back, I watch the scene like a quiet observer. Laughter bursts out, glasses are refilled, conversations come and go like a steady wave. I say nothing. I listen, I observe, I simply savor my beer. The evening moves on slowly, and in this calm within the noise, I find my place, somewhere between other people’s world and my own silence.
Le Lorada, Forest (Brussels), July 18, 2026
