The Moon will sing a song for me

MEMORY FOAM THE STILL LIFES WERE MADE OF MEMORY FOAM THE BACKROOMS REMEMBERS

my favourite part of Backrooms was when Phil showed Mary a photo of Clark on the cameras and you could see the big fuckass censor square over the Pirate

backrooms movie but its just clark going through and unplugging shit to save on his electricity bill

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?

It's interesting how, culturally, we've gone from workplace comedy (The Office) to workplace existential dread (Backrooms and Severance). Can't imagine why.

Two indy horror movies are now outperforming a Star Wars flick at the summer box office; truly the Old Gods are dead.

dont ask me the colour of anything