hey that's my campus. hey i think i know that house, etc. god im so mad i dont sound like they do
A horror of functional autonomy—what happens when the impetus for preserving life disappears, yet the behaviors informed by a now directionless life instinct persist? Or, an attempt to describe the transformations occurring within that most perplexing black box: the brain.
a film bro just watched high life and his crew is having a convo in the lobby, but he keeps glancing down at his phone. is he texting someone? no, he is desperately speed reading the wikipedia article on the death drive to impress the girl he went with
Probably would have enjoyed this much more had it just been the drone footage