“The joy of the spirit ever abides,
But not what seems pleasant to the senses.”
- The Upanishads

In Chinese Roulette, honesty is the cruelest weapon, and everyone's already bleeding before the game begins. A game where every glance is a loaded gun and the silence always shoots first.

Chloe is my type of woman, by the way.

A wry autopsy of cinematic romance, Sonbert's The Bad and the Beautiful turns the private gesture into avant-garde spectacle.

"When we perceive ourselves existing we have the sensation of a stupefied man who surprises his own lunacy and vainly seeks to give it a name. Habituation blunts our amazement at being: we "are"-- and move on, we go back to our place in the asylum of the existing."
- Cioran

God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened, so bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance?