Street interviews. Shinjuku views of the city. Narrative...narrative...what's the fucking story?
Step by step, enduring depression, lack of faith, loneliness. I know why people check out. Things fall apart. They're never good enough.
Had a dream about screaming aliens riding on skateboards. I was laying on a sleeping bag on the floor of the British Museum.
Clash of belief systems. What they say vs. what they do. Story, story, story? Living within but not a part of society. Visual entrapment.
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