- Itâs the 1960â˛s, you woke up before everyone in your family, unable to sleep with thoughts of your lover plaguing your mind, the radio plays softly as you stare wistfully out the window daydreaming about the way their smile forms and what it would feel like to hold them.
- Youâre laying on the grass under the faint stars at a party you wish youâd never gone to, youâre pretty sure youâve been drugged but youâre too busy admiring the ethereal beauty of the sky at night to care in the slightest.Â
- Youâre a tired philosophy student whoâs just finished a detailed paper on existentialism, all you have the mental or physical energy to do in this moment is lay on the floor and ponder pensively over the meaning of your life and the reality of your existence. Boy, the roof sure does look nice right about now, how great to not be sentient.
- Youâre falling in love, the ease with which your infatuation deepens fills you with unrivalled terror. Yet, you allow yourself to open up and remain vulnerable amidst your fear. Finally, you have found someone who makes the mortifying ordeal of being known more than worth the rewards of being loved.
- The building is completely empty as you leave, being the very last to do so once again. Your favourite compositions play through your earphones as you massage your hands, muscles aching from hours of unrelenting rehearsal, your success is not without tribulations.
- The damp forest floor is cold, but you donât feel it. Youâre dead. Without the slightest idea of how, exactly, youâre doing it, you watch as the forest creatures slowly feast upon your decomposing corpse, recalling your fulfilling life.
I look back with fondness at my old Tumblr videos of me playing, of those times and memories, but at the same time Iâm so proud of how far Iâve come in the last 7 years.Â