I'm an incredibly lazy girl at heart. Whenever I'm alone, I can literally just lay in the same area all day - sometimes working, other times just staring off into space with my thoughts, mindlessly peeling split ends until I'm suddenly covered in hair. When I first saw this video, it immediately took me back to this one fateful summer I spent alone in the south of France, 17 years old and completely mid crisis. All I did was roam around my Grandparents house, baking topless out in the sun and quietly smoking hash joints from my bedroom window. I spent so many countless hours day after day peeking onto those hills behind the house, always in total silence except for the occasional bird chirp or scooter engine passing in the distance. Sometimes I imagined the boys on those scooters and that they might be coming to pay me a visit, but it was always just wishful thinking. Strange, though I was so extremely lonely then, the memories bring back some oddly happy sensations now. Thanks for the nostalgic trip, Jeanne.