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Possibly THE film of our modern times. An idea born of the internet that was born of the eeriness of nostalgia that was born of an era that was coined as the end of history. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy and layers upon layers upon layers. A film born of the internet where both truths and falsities live equally and stronger than any other place, and the internet as a “place” is almost no longer a thing. You rarely stumble into something but when you do it is special and very likely, as the internet as a backdoor to a worlds unseen will usually bring about, reflects something back to us. A distortion of us, a reality of us, a collection of forgotten things, of the presence of people, ghosts of people, architectures of sites that seem to go on forever. The internet many of us remember now is like that same feeling of 90s places we looked to the internet to TO REMEMBER or discover. A movie made by a 20 year old about times and spaces before his time of nostalgia sold to us a second time. It’s all a distortion and yet it is all a real, collective memory that we want to see reflected back to us as we keep searching for our salvation.

Around me these days I see ‘news’ of housing prices falling, of rental prices falling, of the market going cold, and yet we see more and more large structures of housing being built but no one seems to be able to afford them, despite the aforementioned reasons they should be attainable. Some buildings seem to stay empty for years, forever, big enough that we start filling them with our imagined selves in search of our place in this universe, answers to our problems, instead we see in them our fears reflected. The reality of this built predator-like fly trap unreality crashing down on us around every corner.

There is something that just feeds on our desire to see ourselves in places, it is a hunger that never stops, that never ceases. Just like the Internet’s many mysteries, our search for our torments and our search for solutions for our housing crises and seemingly ever expanding world of voids that will swallow you up, you can’t help but want just a little more of what we can never get but seems to keep on generating around us regardless, more distorted by the day. Just a few more answers, just a few more psychological breakthroughs, just a few more funds to start our lives, just a few more spaces for us to inhabit. It’s never enough because we are never afforded any of it. Instead what stretches out before us is a hyper reality that swallows us up when it lures us into uncanny, more exciting existences and timeless spaces where we are simply prey for whatever both wants us there and wants us out of there at the same time. A predator always seems to abhor its prey as much as it wants to consume all it has. There is always something trying to devour us in our modern age, an insatiable hunger, that also makes all around it alluring enough that we want to believe it can provide. But it is a copy of a copy of a copy in a layer in a layer in a layer.

We look for our salvation, our truth, our release from our psychological difficulties and torments, but all we find are ourselves and endless voids and the ever looming and ever hungry predator looking for prey, either by design or simply thriving in or despite those designs. Does it spawn in the architecture or does it spawn the architecture?

Even this review will be swallowed up.

in 90s words:
KRUSTY WANTS OUT