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detectivewonderFor anyone who's interested in that kind of thing, there's a lot of discussion about the Trumps happening over in Toshizou Hijikata's broadcast. I was going to continue my thoughts from before the Jaunt, but I think I'll just contribute there. Easier to consolidate, right?
Anyway. Before we get down to business, here's something nobody should miss.
[Tim is in a dark room, surrounded by other people talking excitedly, but he's looking down at his own hands, trembling a little, and settling headphones over his ears, covering the sound with mid-nineties eastern european speed metal. With that as the soundtrack, suddenly, the visuals constrict, as if he's passing out or falling into darkness - and then he's a shadow, moving through the night sky at blinding speed, slaloming between clouds scudding across the full moon, surrounded by other shadows weaving and darting. There's no sound of wind, and the music is a distant backdrop, as if heard through a tunnel. The whole experience is something like a wingsuit video, as the shadow-wolves play tag at Mach 2 through mountaintops, forests, skyscraper radio antennas, blurring over the dark sea and rushing at the lights on the other side. The video isn't constant, but a compilation shot, jumping from scene to scene between songs, watching the moon inch across the sky, and it's a full fifteen minutes before the greatest-hits track of flying as a shadow is finished.]
Every now and then, for a day at a time, this is almost worth it.
Anyway. Before we get down to business, here's something nobody should miss.
[Tim is in a dark room, surrounded by other people talking excitedly, but he's looking down at his own hands, trembling a little, and settling headphones over his ears, covering the sound with mid-nineties eastern european speed metal. With that as the soundtrack, suddenly, the visuals constrict, as if he's passing out or falling into darkness - and then he's a shadow, moving through the night sky at blinding speed, slaloming between clouds scudding across the full moon, surrounded by other shadows weaving and darting. There's no sound of wind, and the music is a distant backdrop, as if heard through a tunnel. The whole experience is something like a wingsuit video, as the shadow-wolves play tag at Mach 2 through mountaintops, forests, skyscraper radio antennas, blurring over the dark sea and rushing at the lights on the other side. The video isn't constant, but a compilation shot, jumping from scene to scene between songs, watching the moon inch across the sky, and it's a full fifteen minutes before the greatest-hits track of flying as a shadow is finished.]
Every now and then, for a day at a time, this is almost worth it.
