Miasmah, 2009
Like the best moments of David Lynch films, where human relationships knot themselves so tightly in the subconscious that they unravel and we find ourselves weeping out of nothing, for hours on end in the darkness. Then some glint of the divine, no matter how small or alien to us, perhaps through the dance of dust particles in the air, glimmers into our minds through the sadness. And we come to life again.
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