John says:

The color of magic is crystal. Kids today seem to regretfully deny the possibilities that once exceeded the boundlessness of Photoshop, this is probably due to proliferation or some kind of mass affectedness. What does it mean when someone asks if ‘creation is second-place to passive acceptance?’ They would be forced to follow up that claim with a proposal: ‘allow yourselves to imagine a metaphor, taking into account the dramatic actions of Now’. In this scenario, attractive Asian girls would surround me, and every line of a crystal would be another line of magic; magic’s full magic has become meta-magic. Crystals will affirm the metaphor.
Crystals represent ideas of magic, as each ‘shot’ in the clip represents an angle of the crystal; someone once described crystals as ‘nothing but a bunch of angles that coalesce [into a shape]’; this shape is oblivion. Midnight is oblivion and the protagonist is magic.

The opening shot of the staircase establishes a line of communication; it is the final anchorage to humanity. Hints of a Steinbergian plight mount the path. From below, the protagonist ascends into a fantastic world of glamour and uncertainty. Life is slower than time when time is disturbed. The lights are burster, and the trap is sprung. Yet vigilant as a prism, he remains resolute. You might find yourself asking ‘where is he going, and why would he leave the assumed comforts of below?’ He is most likely headed someplace where he can seem like he’s not trying to validate his life choices.

Such as the man turns the corner, having fully entered a new environment, we notice his sweater: a scenic knitting of a ship at sail; is singularity is nearing? The moment before pleasant clouds and a happy clipper ship warm affected recognition, portent lies over the horizon – soon these clouds will no longer retain shape as light overbears their loft.

A broken chair, wild vegetation, blinding glares, and wolf puzzles that contain the secrets of spirits are forming the impasse; the environment is harsh! What will protect this him from these dangers? He says to himself ‘keep one eye to the West and one on the Now’. Crystal shades and metaphors will guide him. The blazon realizes the venerated power of angles and magic; a crystal is forged from the struggles that humanity will face.

For now, all is well. The polymorphisms have solidified and he is free to exit unbridled to find himself.

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