As my finger pressed single Y into an internet-address/ search bar and auto-completer give the full address of website as recommended suggestion; An imaginary divination has echoed through my room: "The time has come!…" Accompanied by just pressing down the Enter key, the target website is loading on my screen, showing its recommendations page. I can see how the Yuu-Tuu guru manifest itself floating in air, coated by heavenly aura, continuing by his divination. "...On what, shall spend thee its sacred time, on this occasion?"
Its just a split of second of scanning the first rows, auto skipping anything on that having the advertisement tag. My gaze just fly over the thumbnails, maybe slightly gazing on the video name, quickly making a some kind of list to play of what I am interested at that moment. But scrolling down and down, the number of passed rows always increase between previous and next selection as if it was a math formula, and from few second of selecting in recommendations it become more that minute. So I made a harsh decision to swung away that first page, ready to get onto the real thing.
Like a butter or loyal servant, Yuu-Tuu, take a statistic note, becoming hipped up about my great plan for today. "I see… Beside few funny sounding shorts… You selecting a prolonging playlist, wort to be a back-ground melody, during a creative work to disconnected the thee from the surrounding world." Like an assistant of a villain genius inventor it got on the common page fast. "I see, you engaging in another battle to make the world a better place through you creations. So be it! An another day of battle of creation. It shall be a legendary feast!"
Passing the (funny) shorts first, wile resisting to (scroll down), I swiftly getting onto the main or first choice of selection and its a musical performance for forty minutes of musician solo playing on instrument. Its feel like the two of us, sits down behind our own too different instrument of creation and began on our battle of expression through our work. Like a magical mirror, the screen is divided on two parts. One half is a representation of my room and my work. While the other is representation of the musical artist, on grassy meadow filled by flowers on a breeze windy day, playing solo of melody in serenity for anybody who listen. Its almost as we having a duet of fantasies.
And as time progress, the musical artists switching places, (some of them caring they instrument in cases on a back), exchange a high five as they pass each other on the door, relaying the spot light to next player in a race of vibe. An Yuu-Tuu? That one acting like a proper manager, skillfully offering the waiting line for an unscheduled artists, to join the musical relay race of a concert.