This video specifically embodies a sort of cosmic horror. Every single participant is fully sincerely enthusiastic about the hell they live in, yet they subconsciously project microexpressions suggesting fear and a deep need to escape, as if their bodies are puppeted by something incoherent and otherworldly. They’re skinwalkers, propelled in a shambolic fugue state like fungal cordyceps ants. The only emotion they feel is a binary hot-cold proximity towards pure virality metrics. Looking at their dysgenic dead eyes as they bombard you with MKULTRA repetitious products summons that same unnerving discomfort you feel the first time you get stuck in a mundane conversation under the influence of mind altering substances and for the first time you really truly acknowledge that you’re going to die one day. It’s like being stuck in a room with a powerful robot programmed by a machine learning algorithm whose only goal is generating noise and you’re just hoping and pleading it doesn’t figure out that pain makes humans scream.