the rob norton

In this particular free range roam about, our hero is caught unawares, with one foot in and the other just outside of worklife at all but upon its nagging by the vibrations toll, both feet are pulled, nay splayed, even further akimbo and again, the work bells tug upon the cuff and again, until to stand, alas not be torn asunder, a retreat from the retreat is made until a plummeting thud resounds upon thy masters gate.

This one's just mean, really. I wasn't trying to be mean, just have a laugh. And I did. And it was worth editing a laugh. Sort of liked the split screen effect. Had food on both sides at one point but it didn't really make any sense. Thought if the food would emote somehow, well then I might have something. Then suddenly there was time spent designing an emotive potato and then...well at that point this video was a keeper. Mean or not, there's an emoting potato, just like in Citezen Kane, most likely.

Whereupon a journey is made as it is so often made from one end of the sprawling ruin to the other, with a nanoseconds real time caught accurately unless chance sees it not going as it always does or should or god willing will and time instead stops as the last of your time streaches out forever and for never again, but in a nanosecond until THAT time with time like every day for food, for drink for work and pleasure and from it, as to it, a home.

Where a stroll in the woods turns into a stroll in the rain, and then in the torrents of rain until a direction is changed, a full retreat made, in deference to the elements but not deferentially enough as soon becomes apparent in the quiet moments after the first deluge that portends the coming storm and with it a nearly over zealous deferation ad infinitum.