a surreal portrait of an isolated woman haunted by the burden of the past, the present, and the future. a psychological semi-horror; an antediluvian horror, a delicate horror. a decadent, hollow-eyed specter draped in the finest of pearls. how do you know what's real when you're living so high above everyone else, drowning in the yawn of the milky clouds?

but what's most terrifying about Spencer is its swirling depiction of the distinct pressure that comes with trying to rush your nervous breakdown in the bathroom because a roomful of uptight dorks are impatiently awaiting your return. aah!