John says:

Superficial feelings of power engender false authority, a mock-passivity is established when petulance is removed. But symbolic factors are dynamic; yet they waver only to beguile – they cannot be trusted. One might view a symbol as a gormandizer, involving every sign that it encounters, but that would be allowing the symbol infinite tractability, or impossible obstinance.
The sun contains a space too large for most hands, too intense for destiny to grow; therefore a more accessible medium is sought. Despite itself, the sun is often rendered as quiescent, propagating a false sense of comfort through silent familiarity. Guards descend into darkness and a state of dubious acceptance germinates. Today brings knowledge of the past. Let time bequeath the focus of control onto one who is more accessible. Rather than understanding the sun, let us stand over our grounds. By lack of will, symbols employ palinodes with a secret unctuousness. Embarrassed by its continuance, the dominion of space seeks air to breathe. A state of indelibility is exhausting, harbingered by dawn, eroding as the day thins. The brawn of position overlooks with brazen judgment; the arbiter’s dispassionate view exculpates the ward, begrudgingly catalyzing a new age, an age of Bobby.

John says:

A sense of freedom requires a scene of absolution. If your character is lacking in posterity, then the hope of being distrait – ‘in what time am I; why are these boundaries lasting?’ – could retard to enormity. This is why laws were created; without knowledge of one’s ‘Self’ in civility, the controlling facilities will seek epuration. I hear claims that ‘money ain’t a thing’, but then what is a ‘thing’? Barriers. To circumvent the socio-peremptory eagles that soar over-head is to know infinity; release the ‘Self’ from factitious bars and be comforted by the shedding leaves.

Let us expostulate: the confines and ties of society blockade the initial wall. We see vestiges of ‘hipster’ soteria; the inevitable struggle of life is to look beyond the idoneous and see the final structure, however distant it might be. The ‘Self’ reveals to itself a feeling of serendipity as the initial fence is breached; we arrive in the courtyard. Hurdles supported by expectations can be regarded as illusion; the laws that restrict development will remain a shallow proportion. A hope is formed, and the viewer can previse the greater intention; the protagonist seems insouciant and free. Walls are no more; with alacrity, solace is achieved.

(music by kitaro)

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.