This is what I feel captures the mood right now.
This is our Now, beholding us as much as we're beholding it.
This is what reality means to me.
And no, there are no lyrics. But in this case, there doesn't need to be.
(I have a theory that the dude who made this is possibly the reincarnation of Mozart. Either that, or he's just that good. It's funny, though, because this guy started playing the violin at 5. A lot of his achievements mirror Mozart's.)
-Signed,
D.N.





