Skimming across a foreboding paradise.
The desire to seize the means of production is fragmented by invisible laborers.
Six million tons, suspended by the slightest gesture.
Don't advertise your man.
The privileged flee the cities for the as-yet-unspoiled lakes.
Cosplay girls, urban farming and a Zamboni.
Nanook melts it.
A comfy-cozy vignette of fear, uncertainty, and doubt.
We have perfected Way-Faster-Than-Light communications.
There was the spark.There was the watcher. There was the keeper. There was the destroyer.
"Spy in the House of Ludd," a DVD compilation of short experimental films by Simon Tarr.
Look away from the source of the light and the heat.
Viva Las Vergas!
The machine is listening.
I never wore suspenders, so I got two pair. You need a pair?
Luke or Han?