After Love Sounds is done, my next video project to be a montage of time-jumps in cinema. I live my life (or I used to) expecting one year later to come to something. A time because of time. I want time to work its magic. To do its job. I want time to be like it used to be.
I was just thinking (after watching the end of Blue Is the Warmest Color again last night) how there have been times in my life that a story has seemed to end, only to have another scene or chapter waiting months or years down the road, and how when that next scene or chapter comes along it feels, film-like, as if no time has passed.