There’s a subtle weirdness in this. Did I say subtle? Pardon me, the weirdness is far from subtle, it is bold, noise-fueled, violent, call it fucking harsh noise if you want, or don’t call it anything. Listen. Drop your arms, stop fighting, let the abstract move you, slice you, tear you into tidbits of blood. There’s a couple of bandages for you in that drawer, antiseptic too. You hurt, kind toddler, you hurt? Oh, poor little boy, come to papa.
