whenever my landlord leaves the premises the neighbour through the wall starts wailing atonally and playing the organ along to hits from the 50s and occasionally wrecking ball and its like, ruining my life
Beach Boys - Don’t Talk
Ethereal, tiny, quixotic, Icelandic Björk.
At some point in the past, someone stuck a camera in front of her face and told her to explain television. She does, sort of, referring to the circuit board as a kind of city, describing the almost-reasonable theory of an Icelandic poet, and concluding that a “Danish book” contained the scientifical truth that let her enjoy TV again.
Look, you just have to watch it. It’s transcendent.
Tamaryn - No Exits