I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence—that is, as a disembodied voice in a multimedia experience. For anyone who wishes to relive my recent TANK magazine essay as an audiovisual medley complete with clips from the film (thus, perhaps, re-entering that mid-90s condition of TV-addled catatonia…
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