hi. my name's nick.
i'm a video editor working in the commercial industry.
i like brooklyn, soul music, pictures,
pittsburgh, music videos, sandwiches,
and general creative mayhem.
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hi. my name's nick.
i'm a video editor working in the commercial industry.
i like brooklyn, soul music, pictures,
pittsburgh, music videos, sandwiches,
and general creative mayhem.
You may be looking for my other blog→
The mystery remains a mystery. It withdraws from our grasp. Mystery, however, does not mean simply not knowing something.
The greatest mystery is not the most distant star; on the contrary, the closer something comes to us and the better we know it, then the more mysterious it becomes for us. The greatest mystery to us is not the most distant person, but the one next to us. The mystery of other people is not reduced by getting to know more and more about them. Rather, in their closeness they become more and more mysterious. And the final depth of all mystery is when two people come to close to each other that they love each other. Nowhere in the world does one feel the might of the mysterious and its wonder as strongly as here. When two people know everything about each other, the mystery of the love between them becomes infinitely great. And only in this love do they understand each other, know everything about each other, know each other completely. And yet, the more they love each other and know about each other in love, the more deeply they know the mystery of their love. This, knowledge about each other does not remove the mystery, but rather makes it more profound. THE VERY FACT that they other person is so near to me is the greatest mystery.
"Dietrich Bonhoeffer
there are two suns
setting
over the horizon
of montez
fire flies trying to jack light
for nighttime
the people are all lanterns
and they breathe heartbeats
happiness is an air
something we inhale
after the exhale
something to hold onto
when distance wears on us
we speak in daytime
and save silence for street lamp storytelling
live more
and eventually
you die less
be happy dear nick
theres so much world for you to love
by aja monet
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I’m not sure about anything, really.
I edited this extended version of this GEICO commercial.
What even?
Your Reed Hastings argument is irrelevant.
Otis Redding - “Think About It”
Next week I’ll be turning 26, the same age that Otis was when his life was tragically taken in a plane crash. Can you believe this man’s voice was so young? It had so much depth - it seemed to carry decades of experiences with it.
This album, The Immortal Otis Redding, was released posthumously six months after his death in December 1967.
(202 plays)Anonymous asked: Tell me your favorite Scorsese frame.
This nice reverse tracking shot from Goodfellas sticks out, though I’m sure it’s not his best frame. I’m not an expert on Scorsese, I just remember this meaning something to me.
Video of it is here. It’s the only way you’ll understand what I mean.
