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Eternal Summers - "Fall Straight Back"

--ever again. So now I can finally go home and clean my apartment. I'll make some soup, have a nice bun with it, make some ginger tea. Yeah, I can do all this stuff now. I'll read the last chapter of Tideland, I can finally write my brother back, it's a nice day. How many nice days like this have I missed? No more. Not one.

Eternal Summers - "I Must Winter"

There's a Stan Brakhage film about falling on the ice, and all the colours you see when you black out. There's also one about dead bodies, and one about a cat. Making a film the way Brakhage did was like building a house of cards out of the contents of a fine art museum's permanent collection. Like putting a computer in the oven to show how it affects the way it plays solitaire against itself. That is to say a magical brilliance, a dangerous surprising genius. I feel like the same kind of danger, the same kind of radiant freedom, is released with every crash, every stronk.

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