dearest lord, this is unequivocally my favorite thing i have seen this entire year without a shadow of a doubt. i am instantly OBSESSED like i am obsessed by doorways obsessed by portals obsessed by near
perpetual descent into unending permutations of geometric dungeon gradually inducing greater and greater hallucinatory flickering like an unending transcription of becoming / coming-into-being mapped into cryptic Wizardry style wireframe dungeon crawling:
those eternal mazes have always stirred the supremest yet barely intelligible sense of sympathy & empathy in me like they knew me on some intimate soul level or were projections of my mind or could be. like i am made of wander and void,
descending thru gradual accretions of being flickering into definition or traversing a landscape of dim memories in endless multiplicity as the dead you are made of slowly flicker into being around you / in you / thru you
like culture and memory and detritus are ordered thru constant repetition molding clay mummy into whatever form made of a thousand parts we call a self by virtue of a form which is haunted by the lingering memory of
repeat accrete descent shape
memory accretion
memory accretion
the enigmatic monstrosity of being a thing made up of a thousand multiple rooms repeating but also the comfort of the long and mazey ways which after all have beautiful carved arches and a terrace into dawnlight
shapes of color, fields of light,
the primal affect of somatic being,
the horror of being bodied,
with corpses in a mesh beneath.
i would watch this for 90 minutes or 10,000 or forever.