起床是睡眼惺忪
想想毕业压力还是清醒了
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I feel like youtube has got streets, corners, districts, neighbourhoods, it's like a big metropolis that grows forever. There are like super-well-known and giant neighbourhoods like the pop music ones. You listen to a pop music, you'll go to another pop music. But there are less known bars, cafés and some weird alleys with bohemian folks or weird people whom you want to be friends with - like the macro-café of videos of the songs Yael Naim - Toxic, Hindi Zahra - Stand Up, Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'. I've just discovered this by taking the route from Stavros Lantsias - Vals of the Eyes, but I don't even remember how did I get there. Probably I left the Yael-Hindi-Damien cafés, cops (that work for the metropolitan area of the Youtube City) saw that I liked that kind of thing. Then, they drove me one square down that same street and came to the Vals of the Eyes "independent theatre": it's not like a café anymore, but a little group of weirdos who like that kind of classic thing who decide to turn their house into a theatre, something pretty cozy and hospitable, with comfortable sofas, a fireplace, a cinnamon scent in the air and local artist's paintings in the walls. There might have lots of comments, lots of views, lots of likes - but like in any other place, people come, people go. All that remains are memories: memories of who have already enjoyed that strange, tiny little place, like if the views and etcetera were signature books full of messages, sketches, scrawls, declarations of love, drawings - but it's not only here! It's not only all over that Youtube city, but all over the whole Internet. Everything written on the Internet was written on the past. Like that comment. I started writing that since the video was about counting 2 minutes. It has now passed the 25 min marker. Everything is in the past, everything we have are mementos. That's so beautiful. Stopped writing at 34:30.
想想毕业压力还是清醒了
I feel like youtube has got streets, corners, districts, neighbourhoods, it's like a big metropolis that grows forever. There are like super-well-known and giant neighbourhoods like the pop music ones. You listen to a pop music, you'll go to another pop music. But there are less known bars, cafés and some weird alleys with bohemian folks or weird people whom you want to be friends with - like the macro-café of videos of the songs Yael Naim - Toxic, Hindi Zahra - Stand Up, Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'. I've just discovered this by taking the route from Stavros Lantsias - Vals of the Eyes, but I don't even remember how did I get there. Probably I left the Yael-Hindi-Damien cafés, cops (that work for the metropolitan area of the Youtube City) saw that I liked that kind of thing. Then, they drove me one square down that same street and came to the Vals of the Eyes "independent theatre": it's not like a café anymore, but a little group of weirdos who like that kind of classic thing who decide to turn their house into a theatre, something pretty cozy and hospitable, with comfortable sofas, a fireplace, a cinnamon scent in the air and local artist's paintings in the walls. There might have lots of comments, lots of views, lots of likes - but like in any other place, people come, people go. All that remains are memories: memories of who have already enjoyed that strange, tiny little place, like if the views and etcetera were signature books full of messages, sketches, scrawls, declarations of love, drawings - but it's not only here! It's not only all over that Youtube city, but all over the whole Internet. Everything written on the Internet was written on the past. Like that comment. I started writing that since the video was about counting 2 minutes. It has now passed the 25 min marker. Everything is in the past, everything we have are mementos. That's so beautiful. Stopped writing at 34:30.
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