Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.

There is no escape… From one side of the globe to the other, there is no escaping the faces, the vis...

Part of a collection of restored early works by Nam June Paik, the haunting Beatles Electronique rev...

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations...

An anthology of one-minute films created by 51 international filmmakers on the theme of the death of...

August 2019. Frank recognizes his own story of twenty years ago in a recently published book. He rem...

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by mod...

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Within a single space, the director treats the sorrows of two people married to each other.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).