I don't think I've ever come across something which advocated the simple pleasures of introversion so heart-warmingly. I've known people to boast about how they enjoy being quiet, which instantly removes their right to stand on that particular soap box. People's eyes wander. Their fingers begin to tap and fidget. This video is a monument, a hauntingly precise testament to those wonderful fleeting moments when you find yourself alone in your mind, and you adore it. You might be sitting in a pub on your own with a tremendous book on a quiet Sunday afternoon when a sentence rebounds off of some memory you thought you had lost, and you tingle. You might be listening to "The Universe and You" by KT Tunstall when you suddenly, overwhelmingly, recall singing along to it as loud as you could whilst you blasted down some white-water in a canoe. You fingers grip a little tighter, your body shivers with that perfect bliss you know could never be conveyed in words. You might as well try to send the experience of colour.
Saturday, 23 June 2012
"By the time you translate your thoughts..."
Early this week, I found this video, called "How to be alone".
I don't think I've ever come across something which advocated the simple pleasures of introversion so heart-warmingly. I've known people to boast about how they enjoy being quiet, which instantly removes their right to stand on that particular soap box. People's eyes wander. Their fingers begin to tap and fidget. This video is a monument, a hauntingly precise testament to those wonderful fleeting moments when you find yourself alone in your mind, and you adore it. You might be sitting in a pub on your own with a tremendous book on a quiet Sunday afternoon when a sentence rebounds off of some memory you thought you had lost, and you tingle. You might be listening to "The Universe and You" by KT Tunstall when you suddenly, overwhelmingly, recall singing along to it as loud as you could whilst you blasted down some white-water in a canoe. You fingers grip a little tighter, your body shivers with that perfect bliss you know could never be conveyed in words. You might as well try to send the experience of colour.
I don't think I've ever come across something which advocated the simple pleasures of introversion so heart-warmingly. I've known people to boast about how they enjoy being quiet, which instantly removes their right to stand on that particular soap box. People's eyes wander. Their fingers begin to tap and fidget. This video is a monument, a hauntingly precise testament to those wonderful fleeting moments when you find yourself alone in your mind, and you adore it. You might be sitting in a pub on your own with a tremendous book on a quiet Sunday afternoon when a sentence rebounds off of some memory you thought you had lost, and you tingle. You might be listening to "The Universe and You" by KT Tunstall when you suddenly, overwhelmingly, recall singing along to it as loud as you could whilst you blasted down some white-water in a canoe. You fingers grip a little tighter, your body shivers with that perfect bliss you know could never be conveyed in words. You might as well try to send the experience of colour.
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