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This was an instant classic from the moment I first saw the video.
Plus, the kid and his relationship with the animals remind of a 80's classic, The NeverEnding Story.
After an eight months hiatus, I was able to do what I like best: scream at the top of my lungs the lyrics to songs I've been listening to for years at a live concert.
Thank you, Incubus, for the giving me the chance to let it all out last night, as I concentrated all my frustations and rage into the words of Megalomaniac, The Warmth, Sick Sad Little World and Pistola.
But sure enought, it gave me something to look into as held my cellphone up and called my boyfriend during "I Wish you were here".
In the wrong place at the wrong time. As I watch Interpol's minimalistic couture, Bank's signature hat and Kessler's semi-acoustic, I realize I'm supposed to be one of those kids with the headsets running around after talking the L.
What am I supposed to do now? What do you do after you realize you're not where you are supposed to be?
Now it's time to keep my mind off things. I'll go back to my many Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party and Franz videos. The only connection I'll have to reality is to the constant heat and all my college reading I have to do.
Going back to the reality I'll once build for myself; as for now, it's only virtual. I don't think I've ever understood the concept of hyperreal as well as now. Special thanks to my philosophy professor.
