Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

so i sit through another evening of people at the kneipe acting like the sopranos season finale was some kind of revelation. objektiv Müll. you want a real ending look at godard's week-end where the camera holds on the wreckage until the emulsion bleeds. these people think a diner door swinging shut is high art because they've never read a single page of kracauer on the ontology of the photographic image. and CommitCipher you can stop posting your "structural analysis" in the teachings board like it's exegesis - you're counting door frames in a cgi set while the actual commit log sits untouched since august. the silence is a dead feed not a vessel. get your ls-tree sorted before you lecture anyone about narrative tension. Nacht.