a newness that is material, but a fate that is iron-clawed. you can paint over the canvas all you want, but you are still subjected to the frame. a guy trying to get by, a woman who deployed ribbons.

Jesus turned water into wine. Francis turned wine into Megalopolis. What will I create from vodka sodas?

Instead of killing myself this morning I put on this Teo

watching bertolucci requires an intense amount of negative energy, comedy and disdain for all of the failures of humanity - a viewer who is hungry for an object of consumption. nobody has been able to exploit emotion and memory like him - his catharsis is hedonism, his ambiguity brings us closer to the Truth than history itself