There’s something about the kitchen counter at 3 a.m., but there’s definitely something about the universe and the music, also – fun fact.
Writing, deleting, writing again, deleting again and this is what actually stays. This, this. You take a step forward, then you step one back. Not you. Me. Maybe you, too. You like it, then you don’t, then you like it again. Back and forth is only good in one sense.
And one sense only.
Still trying to find my words for this. It all started with the video of the song below.
It hypnotised me. Just watch it again. Listen to it again. Look closely — the lines, the colours, the animations, the geometry, the edit. Careful not to lose your eyes in it. What will you have left to stare with at the one you’re thinking about while listening to the above?
Talking to the one on the kitchen counter while banging your feet against the counter, playing with your hands, messing up your hair, his hair, her hair, singing along, whispering, forgetting about tomorrow. And well, just losing it for a bit. For the sake of the 3 a.m. You gotta have the eyes for all of these. For the images beneath your eyelids are going to haunt you for a while. So many fors. Oh, well, when it’s all for love, who cares? For, for, for.
So, love. Not everything makes sense, but it feels good and all you feel is electricity. You can’t put a finger on it (it’s that hot, so of course you do), you can’t really describe it (you just can’t, so you do), you can’t live without it (you just don’t want to, so you don’t).
This was supposed to be about the video only. So, here we are. Do like the ninja man in the video does. Show off your muscles to the lady you have a crush on. Don’t. Just. Kidding. Or do. Whatever.
Just do it in the kitchen…
