love this lil vid. the part where he's being stabbed by the lightning bolt - that's how i feel most of the time. this boy used to live in the room next to mine in van buren house. when i was huddled in my bed at night, i could hear him tinkering on his keyboard on the other side of the wall. it was really strange to know how physically close i was to someone in another room and it got me to thinking about how walls define spaces and how if the barrier dissolved i would be in my pajamas lying practically next to him composing ditties.
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