Release: 10.7.14 on Zoom Lens
A young woman walks throughout the city of Manilla on the path to an unknown place. A young man sings and follows her hoping for a chance to make a connection. The destination is slowly revealed, showing the trappings of young infatuation. Memories soon begin to appear through a broken, distorted screen displaying where fate awaits.
I first saw this video this afternoon at the office. I have been struggling to find words ever since.
This year has been very confusing for me personally. I have been question everything I have always taken for granted. I have questioned if my love really is appropriate. As I have written here before the concepts of cultural appropriation and privilege has occupied a major part of my thoughts for a long time now. Although these concepts are not new to me at all, due to my interests I have known about them since I was a teenager, they have really got to me for real lately. Maybe it’s the current, tense and highly unpleasant, political climate here in Sweden. Maybe it’s me getting older and realising that I don’t have anything else than this. My love for popular culture from all around the world is the only thing that makes me go on living. What you see is what you get. The fire burns as bright at 31 as it did at 15. And while you could see it as cute and passionate I am also struggling to come terms with the fact that it’s not unproblematic.
I would lie if I said that these thoughts hasn’t made things more difficult for me. Some days it’s hard to find any motivation at all. For anything. The love that was once unconditional is suddenly a lot more complicated.
But I still think to question my own identity, to question what I love and why I do it, are good for me in the end. I am thankful for these thoughts.
Watching this video is probably the closest to that love being unconditional again I have felt in a long time. Maybe even since I started to have these thoughts for real. Because this video is everything. If you understand, you understand. If you don’t there are not enough words and expressions in all the languages on this earth to make you understand.
A year ago I would probably have written that it doesn’t matter if you are some kids in a Manilla suburb dreaming of Tokyo. Or some kids in a Swedish small town dreaming of Tokyo. We are all in this together. Now I don’t know if that statement are ignoring all the layers of power between us.
I don’t even know anymore. So it’s probably best for me to keep quiet.
But what I do know is that right now this feels like one of the best music videos I have ever seen.
Eat it in the morning like cereal
We don’t care!
The return of ODiN BERGMAN
Is he nice
well so long
do come around
when you’re in this part of town