wasn’t jack going to build a house?
we are deemed the ultimate evil. there is nothing more divine than art. but what defines art? in a sense, art is everything that is light, color, and love; but that’s not what jack sees. you see, to jack, or in the narcissistic sense, the one and only mr. sophistication, art is inseparable from the inversion of the image — the negative. through the negative, you can see the inner demonic quality of…
MANKIND, BE VIGILANT; WE LOVED YOU.
now entering i@sia, please hold on…. the mission is going smooth. are you happy? is happiness within reach? the digital manifesto of the 21st century. you stare up at the sky, what do you see? it’s not the sky, it’s not god, it’s the head of an animated devil-baby incarnate rising from the waters with a confused smile; the baby invader starts to choke a hostage, their neon ts unraveling and interweaving, and we’re…
it’s happening to everybody. we’re dying slowly, dissolving into molecules, everything is lying. discomfort, humiliation, it’s endless sometimes. it’s calling you, the cosmic abyss, falling into this trance, it’s not the world you’ve dreamt of. your head is swaying along, your eyes are losing strength, you feel so lost, these feelings are not always so loud, it’s numb, quiet, and slow, the way this sadness comes along. indescribable feelings painted on the canvas of the mind, split into two, a…
lives are shown in seconds, time isn’t visible but we feel its pulse ticking in this stillness, the concrete bed beckons, it’s a pure zone of detachment, the permanence of stillness in the water, time just es and es, and we’re merely suggestions, just rocks thrown into the water, and once we sink to the bottom, it’s not us, but the waves that disrupt permanently, always in motion, fractions and fractions of infinity, forever.
you all look so small from up here
you all look so small from up there.
i haven’t seen anything like the curse in my life, seriously. out of all the shows i’ve seen, this is arguably one of the greatest finales i’ve ever seen in tv. ten episodes of excruciatingly horrifying, anxiety-inducing, and intoxicating moments that never cease; dreadful, voyeuristic tele shots used as a creative artistic choice that stalk over the characters throughout the entire show; blends of religion, superstition, and red herrings that misdirect your preconceived notions of what is really going on, and…
i've never been this emotionally devastated with any other film like aftersun, and it's because of how close this hits to home. time es by, and life goes on, but our memories stay with us forever. the final dance scene resonated with me so much that i began reflecting on my own life, reminding me of those small, everlasting memories of joy and happiness with friends that i will probably never speak to ever again. it reminds me to start…
