an imaginary aggression between the controller and the controlled. not always in good taste. striking, debilitating, rooms and constructs. futility

beautiful mess of aesthetic and conviction. character arcs are exhilarating camp with somehow bouts of deep introspection. something struggling to form

a digital monument

an alien process of composition and blinding. is it like learning an instrument? it's learning to control, to be imbued with song

ignorant, ineffectual; outsider art. each challenge operates on a subversive ruleset, enforcing banality, stripping control. frustrating and unfun

cannot grip, cannot come to terms. the heart-rending movement works as a frame, a joy, a needful foil. maybe the confession is a juxtaposition

voyeuristically poke around the 90s-era space to discover living. embrace a teenage, saccharine, affecting, love story.

speaks to the pressured nature of human without idealization. it destroys catharsis, it pulls the teeth of the survival fantasy

superdense hellific logic. in a sense self-defeating, it's comfortable because it's impossible. seeped in esoteric words and places and politic

majestic and subversive. confident, booming, compact, and directed. traps and distills an era to make a statement