‘Act One’ with my friend Bojan

The day started before the sun.
5am, the streets still dark, the air still heavy with that cold that sits deep in your bones. Bojan was already moving — steel boots, a half-finished coffee, the quiet rhythm of someone who’s been doing this for years.

We spent the day together, just him and I, riding shotgun in his new tip truck. Picking up, dropping off, navigating job sites across the west. Every stop was a glimpse into his world — the kind of work that most people don’t see but that keeps the city running. It’s honest work. Physical. Demanding. But there’s a strange beauty in that grind — in the way Bojan speaks about doing it for the people he loves, for stability, for pride in providing.

The camera barely left my hands. Between loading runs and calls, I caught those in-between moments — the sweat, the laughter, the silence between jobs. The way the early light hit the truck mirrors, the grit on his hands, the calm way he carries the weight of his day.

Some people chase dreams. Others carry them quietly until they can breathe again.
Bojan does both.

He’s the perfect fit for Merak — not because of what he does, but because of how he does it. With intention. With care. With something to prove, not to the world, but to himself and the ones he loves.

The video i posted to socials for Bojans segment of Act One - not including the music