The first time I heard this song, I envisioned a melancholy student film about a boy who lived 1000 miles from his lover. Day in and day out, he would walk the streets, live his life, feeling a little empty inside as he sent letters to her mailbox every Wednesday morning. When the letters would reach the intended address, the camera pans horizontally across the screen. First, focusing on the mailman's hand, then moving across until you see the letter dropped on the pile of letters on the floor. The camera would then slowly zoom out from the abandoned New York apartment. The final scene ends with the boy committing suicide by rooftop. Of course, all of this is shot with intention. No blood and guts there. There's no glory in this crash.
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone - Northfield, MN (MP3)
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