"Skull And Stare Alone" Functions As A Crystallization Of A Majorly Traumatic Experience I Went Through In 2024. The Specifics Will Be Cryptically Concretized Within The Work Itself, But I Regard It As Obligatory To Say That This Is Most Definitely My Most Painful Film Thus Far. Within That Vein, I Declare That “Personal Cinema”(The Same Applies To Poetry) Is No Comfortably Palatable & Digestible Commodity, Which Is Beguilingly Incarcerated Within The Deafening Cesspool Of Perfectionistic Rejectivity And The Abject Dynamisms Of Mute Consumption, As It Is So Cozily Prevalent Nowadays. Rather It Is Passionately Embracing The Rhizomatic Horrors And Within That The Abyssal Beauty Inscribed Into Being’s Innate “Uncollapsedness”, For Such Films Function As Genuine & Incommensurable Testaments Of Ourselves And The Spiritual Fabric Of Our Vast Experiential Tumultuousness.
