Rants and musings, without care for substance.
The song playing through the credits of The Prestige caught my attention. Though I’m not sure whether I prefer this acoustic or the album version, Thom Yorke writes and performs eerily depressing yet beautiful music.
I can’t quite grasp why this reminded me of Exhibit 13.
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