There’s something about the kitchen table, at 3am, but there’s definitely something about the universe and music, also. Fun fact.
Writing, deleting, writing again, deleting again and this is what actually stays. This, this. You go forward a step, then you go backwards one. Not you. Myself. Maybe yourself, 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. The point is that it all started with the video below.
And it hypnotised me. You have to watch it again and listen to it again. Look closely. The lines, the colours, the animations, the geometry, the edit. Careful not to lose your eyes into your desktop. Then, what will you have left to stare with at the one you’re thinking about when listening to the above?
Or when talking to the one on the kitchen counter while banging your feet against the counter, playing with your hands, messing up your hair, singing along, carelessly whispering (neah, that’s from George Michael’s song), forgetting about tomorrow. And well, just lose it for a bit. For the sake of the 3am. 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 (because it will burn you), you can’t really describe it (because you just can’t), you can’t live without it (because you just don’t want to).
This was, only, supposed to be about the video. So, there you go. Do like the ninja man in the video does. Show off your muscles to the chick you have a crush on. Don’t. Just. Kidding. Or do. Whatever.
Just do it in the kitchen…