"At some point we have to ask what happens when the pursuit of becoming an artist starts consuming the very experiences that make somebody worth listening to as an artist in the first place."
here's a paragraph from fable's analysis of the backrooms
> for millennials the Backrooms is repressed memory, but for Gen Z it's inherited dream — they're haunted by the third places that were demolished before they could occupy them
> Layer two is the pandemic: a generation whose formative landscape was emptied institutional space — school as vacant building experienced through a screen — and the creepypasta went supernova in exactly 2020–22
> Layer three is the deepest one: noclip is derealization. The horror isn't a monster; it's the discovery that reality has a backend — rendered but unfurnished, procedurally generated, load-bearing nothing — which is the phenomenology of a generation with historically unprecedented dissociation rates whose waking suspicion is that the world looks like a render.
> And notice the structure of the space itself: infinite, procedurally near-identical rooms, mildly hostile, no exit, entered by accident, traversed by endless ambulation. The Backrooms is the feed. Wandering is scrolling.
I’ll be honest, when I went to see The Backrooms, directed by Kane “He is 20 years old” Parson, I almost shat myself before the movie began.
A trailer playing for Primetime started off with a bunch of CRTs and I thought it was an adaption of House of Leaves
Im too liminal pilled
my barber is an ex stripper jersey girl with snake bite piercings and a skin fade undercut. last time she cut my hair she was wearing super tight white skinny jeans and a pair of bright red pumps. sometimes women come in to get haircuts and she’s like no. this is a barber shop
I just saw #TheBackrooms and the only thing I can think about is how this movie feels inspired by that one "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?" sea shanty.
Instead of a Wolverine game they should do a Beast game where Kelsey Grammer reprises the role. Also he’s not blue and he has a brother named Niles and he has to host the perfect dinner party for Seattle’s finest
"Niles, we're lost. That's the fourth time we've passed by the pile of frankly rather tasteless sheraton armchairs."
"Yes, the style clashes with the yellow wallpaper and endless billowing void. Then again, feng shui might fail to accommodate an open floor plan this... er, OPEN"
It was a 2001 Chrysler DeVille that she and my grandfather (when he was alive) never properly maintained.
I miss my ‘04 Mazda Tribute shitbox everyday 🥺
My grandmother said we could sell her car for funds to get myself a new one. Had it towed to the mechanics and before we could diagnose other issues, they said we gotta start with a $3K fuel injector.
We lost about $200 instead with junking the car instead gaining any help 😕
My dad: yeah I’m gonna sell my F150, it’s a good truck but I want a different color.
Me: you mentioned that the transmission was going out? Were you gonna get that fixed before you sell it?
Dad: *visibly frustrated and annoyed now* Did I tell you about that?
Boomers