A cheerful start.

Another work on mood and condition. I have a feeling inside that the picture turned out. This delicate pink speaks precisely about the inner state of this guy. He is at the very beginning of the night marathon. Wherever and how it ends, the evening starts off great.
Maybe my memories are pounding on my tired brain
Or are they false memories
And I never started the evening like this
Perhaps this is not so important. What matters in the end is how it ends. Some of you will see this as an attempt to return to decadence.
I don't see anything reprehensible in this. Maybe my whole life is just such an attempt.