Not funny and no maps. Just a kid reviewing Mountain Dew and every ball game he watches. I don’t know what to say about this. I occasionally check in to see if he’s still going.
Mostly YouTube videos.
Totally decadent constant live stream, a UK office bathed in constant audio-video bombardment.
“Can I help you?” I know, I know—this is terrible, yes. Feels like an unprecedented cinéma-vérité documentary as well.
Everything Nina Simone wrote just cuts right to the human that’s under our fucking layers of shellac. (If you like this, I think you’ll also like the first song off Tank & The Bangas’ set on Tiny Desk Concerts. It’s those root lyrics like: I’ve got a mouth and You are like a loop.)
Chunky shrapnel. I am vomit vomiting.
A boring, repetitive clip which somehow contains a kind of horror. To me, its not the screams—it’s what it does to your brain. Inanity, descent into madness, is somehow captured here. Another variant takes Mickey through gradual, subtle physical derangement. His walk never changes.
The ‘movie’, in this case, is this world we find ourselves in—this fever vision that Hollywood and fallen aliens have entrapped us in. Videos include ‘Something STRANGE is happening with Matthew Mcconaughey’ and ‘THEY ARE TEACHING US TO EAT EACH OTHER’. You CAN be prepared for aliens and angels entering your home at night. It’s happening anyway.
This is a somewhat technical talk, but it opened my eyes to the possibility opened by a peer-to-peer Web. I don’t know—this talk feels like an achievement. And I like that such a tremendous advance could be so understated.