I can't seem to stop watching this video of Portishead's Into the Fire synched by some wonderful fan with a portion Maya Deren's 1944 silent film At Land.
My new job attracts a strange troupe of lovable oddballs and I can't wait to share with you glimpses into the quirks of these intriguing characters. Forty people spanning twenty years worth of varying ages and probably just as many backgrounds. I find myself in a chemical dance of attraction, electron to proton. Wavering on a precipice, caught between annihilating dissolution and the steadying beat of constancy. Already dreamy, if I'm not careful I'll lose all sense of time.
My new job attracts a strange troupe of lovable oddballs and I can't wait to share with you glimpses into the quirks of these intriguing characters. Forty people spanning twenty years worth of varying ages and probably just as many backgrounds. I find myself in a chemical dance of attraction, electron to proton. Wavering on a precipice, caught between annihilating dissolution and the steadying beat of constancy. Already dreamy, if I'm not careful I'll lose all sense of time.
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