Screaming on railroad tracks at the world. Lying in the middle of the road, grinning like drunken fools. Lovers like an old story. Claude Monet and Focus films. Vincent Van Gogh and the everlasting love of sticking your hand out the window and driving fast. The Beatles. Jumping around to obscure music with odd expressions on our face. Staring at our feet, stumbling for the right words to say. Throwing our arms up in the air and spinning to music, or no music at all. This is it.