That feeling when you’re off. Off to see the world. You’re all packed up and ready to go. To go see distant lands, see creatures you’ve never seen before, only heard talking of. Those places you’ve never visited before; of which you never knew their beautiful existence. And so you spread your wings and fly, open your arms, and your heart, to welcome anything that’s New in there, anything at all, as if to say “Hi, who are you? I wish I’ve met you sooner, cause you kinda light up my world”. But then, as you go out there, out into the wild, no one really notices you. Well, you know, maybe some dog does. But no actual human being notices you. Such a shame. You’d think they’d notice. I mean, look at you, you’re nice, and friendly, and courageous. Take the first man on the moon, for example, I bet they noticed him. But you’re not like him, are you? No, cause him at least they noticed. No one notices you, do they? Until … suddenly, … someone does notice you. Not only notices you, but actually sees you. And you feel your heart lighting up, you feel on top of the moon, and … and he walks away, anyway. And you don’t understand. Lordy, don’t leave me all by myself. So you pack up, and leave. Back to your old place. Where nothing is ever New. But only when you arrive awaits you something you hadn’t noticed before. They have seen you have returned. And you’re welcomed into someone’s world. And so now, mhuhahahah, now you’ve found the perfect plan. Now those strange folks must notice you.
Director of MV: StyleWar