Symphonic disintegration of self. A study of volatile symbiosis.
Steel is made by severing the oxygen from iron and adding carbon, which then forms a strong bond when heated to three thousand degrees Fahrenheit. This refines the metal and removes any impurities. Much of this steel is turned into structures that tower high over and surround us from seemingly every direction. But some of it is broken down, reshaped and compacted to fit a unique form: a gun. Guns are…
Bring me your false idols, your corrupt bodies, your empty promises, your bereft policies, your bureaucratic motions. Lay down at the feet of The People your true intentions, your inane lies, your hidden decisions. Care not what they or I or even you think of your own irresolution and appetency for power. Democracy is a delusion; populism is pretense; nationalism is an utterly false notion. Freedom isn’t dead, it was never born. Their positions are dictated by industry; their convictions…
Seeking shadows. Searching for the scourges afflicting mankind. Ascribing the circumstantial in lieu of an absence of the direct. A desire for justice by any means necessary in an existence of endless depravity only serves to blur the line that separates good and evil to a point of total nonexistence; shrouding the truth in abysmally infinite obscurity. What hurts most is knowing you will never know.
After endless, acarpous nights spent scouring through muddy reeds in the pouring rain, the only shadow left to see is your own.
Less than the sum of its parts, The Witches feels like a complete phone-in from everyone except for Mangano. Even Pasolini—who delivers what is probably the best of all five stories in what is an incredibly drab anthology film—appears he is totally uninterested in the material, throwing together a comically farcical tale that contains his trademark symmetrical cinematography, as well as hilariously slapstick performances from Totò and Ninetto Davoli. But sadly, it overstays its welcome a bit, as does the opening…
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The last few years of my life have been both an incredibly difficult and transformative time for me. Struggling with getting clean, my mental health, losing my 17-year old cat Magic, my family’s…
These beds have no sheets on them.
Everything is sterile; the walls are an egg-shell white, yet to be tinted jaundice yellow from the side streams of cigarettes; the hardwood floors are lustrous and unblemished, with almost no signs of entry or exit; the tub and tiles inside of the bathroom are virtually sparkling with a fresh coat of sheen cleaner.
A bare mattress has a foreign peculiarity to it. Not only physically in the sense that it is usually…
