Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
This is giving strong Don Hertzfeldt’s Rejected Cartoon vibes .