Ever found yourself staring into the night, feeling as empty as a deserted small-town street at 2:30 a.m.? Wald captures that hollow, drifting sensation and turns it into a haunting little movie playing behind your eyelids. The singer wanders through an imaginary forest that refuses to grow, digging into asphalt with bare hands in a desperate bid to feel anything. Each image—no shadow, no trees, no spark—paints the slow vanishing act of someone who fears they are dissolving into pure, unremarkable boredom.
Yet there’s a strange magnetism in this nothingness. The song invites us to lean in, peer deep into the absence, and notice how the very act of looking for meaning can make us sprint faster toward disappearance. It’s a darkly playful reminder: when life feels like an endless blank page, the forest might be waiting inside you—if you dare to plant the first tree.