Shirking; Shrieking Specter

As technology accelerates, our species' collective imagination of the future grows ever more kaleidoscopic. We are all haunted by temporal distortion, perhaps no more than when we attempt to remember what the future looked like to our younger selves. As the mist of time devours our memories, the future recedes; each of us burdened by the gaping mouth of entropy. Yet, emerging technology provides a glimmer of hope; transhumanism promises a future free from mortality, disease and pain. Does our salvation lie in digital simulacra? We're here to sell you the answer to that question, for the low, low price of four hundred and seventy seconds.

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.

Years after the crime, three clueless investigators discuss the disappearance of a young tourist in a small French town.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

A teenager decides to shut himself off from the world around him after receiving bad news.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

Beneath towering Brutalist architecture, a man is driven to do what must be done.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

A coming-of-age story about a high-school girl who wants to use magic, featuring the 11-member experimental band Vampillia

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations of hit tracks from the iconic 1987 album “Bad”.