I'm sorry, I didn't watch the video because as soon as I heard sigur ros my eyes clouded with dull, white images of children--little girls in blue dresses with bows and buckled shoes, eating watermelon and laughing at little nothings, both oblivious and completely aware of the peace--the life, that the universe has provided them through countless years of preparation for that moment. Old men, bearded and shaking, farmed their lush land handed down to them through generations, their very souls tilled in the soil with sweat and know-how; a primitive and exact dance with the earth through centuries. A woman opened her front door, arms full of brown paper grocery bags, and was greeted by a dog covered from head to foot in fallen leaves from the back yard, laughing, wide-eyed, at the dog's absolute freedom
oh hey it's coming on in five minutes