Zackarias is a semi-introverted guy with a need for attention, way too many movies playing in his head, and a knack for translating all that cinematic stuff into music. You know that movie that makes you miss a memory that isn’t even yours? The one you never want to end? Zackarias’ music is the end credits to that movie.

A ridiculously overdue coming-of-age story about being 28 and still having absolutely no clue what the fuck you’re doing. The music and lyrics bounce between melancholy, romance and pathetic desperation, occasionally punctured by pure euphoria. Call it cinematic indie pop. Call it a Kent wannabe. Call it whatever you want. This is Zackarias’ little ego world — and hopefully, you’ll find something familiar in it.