The First Light of the Morning, Part One

For three months now, I've been searching for the best way to sort of encapsulate the last three years of my life. I don't exactly know why I feel a need to do it, but somehow or other, I know myself that this short period of time will be the best that I will experience in my lifetime. It would be nice to have something that I can just look upon if ever I should need to be reminded of it.

It would be a cliche to go writing on and on with lots of sappy poetry that will make you, and anyone else who reads it, feel like dying. I've seen that far too many times on many a weblog, and my default response to it now is to just scroll until the end, or click the little X at the top right hand corner of the window. Have been there and done that. Maybe it's just that it wasn't so sad.

More and more now, on the many occaisions when I'm reminded of this time, instead of the normal cold clammy feeling of heartbreak that you'd normally associate with this sort of thing, I actually smile to myself. Not the best thing if you're sitting by yourself on the train and such. I tend to get lots of weird stares for it.

It was originally one whole video, but apparently it became too long to be uploaded, so I'll load it in a series. Don't expect the standard of the dramas you see on tv, however, it's probably still better than nonsense like "Police and Thief", "Incredible tales" and everything produced in a language other than English.

Once again, presented to you in terribly low quality film, with the classic laggy youtube video player, this is part one of The First Light of the Morning.



This is the original link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3Os8xqhTNs&eurl=

Kurt (...and I forget the movie's sad.)