Forget Worries, a quiet bar at the entrance to an alley in the old district, is a refuge for late-night troubles.
The copper bell rings softly. Someone always walks through the door carrying a story, orders a house cocktail called Monologue, and slowly tells of the past they've kept hidden in their heart.
The feelings no one notices may seem dormant, but all along, time has been nurturing the power to make peace with them.
After all, however deeply hidden an emotion may be, it deserves to be heard and treated with kindness.
