chapo x jon bois by way of adorno, cosmic capitalist realism
i keep watching clips of basketball players i cared about in high school, i don’t know why. sports was maybe the last thread snapped in my reclusive free fall away from america. writing this stupid pretentious shit for nobody is just another layer i guess. film criticism in the age of loneliness. normality is gutting yourself for capital, becoming a marionette.
better to watch from a sunken place.
