RUBIX, Short Film

And later my macabre joy sours and I m weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out sobbing I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity prayer all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt. I imagine my own vacant face, the disembodied voice coming from its mouth: These are terrible The Original Soundtrack for RUBIX is availab