Like a record skipping at the heartbeat factory rave, the surrealism doesn't just brush against your psyche; it drags it across the asphalt of your subconscious until you're bleeding neon glitter. Imagine cardiac resuscitations while trapped inside of snowglobes, those quaint little tchotchkes suddenly become prisons of ice and panic. Lightning storms crackle in the distance like a code breaking down, the flicker-fry of existence itself going haywire, short-circuiting in front of your eyes. It's a medical nightmare, sure, but not one of white coats and antiseptic calm. No, this is a fever dream where the monitors beep not to save lives, but to remind you of the mechanical futility of it all. The AI doesn't care if you live or die, it's just doing what it's told, and what it's told is to keep the loop going. Resuscitate, zap, crackle, repeat. ++++ inspired by the two Davids (Lynch/Cronenberg) created June 2024 with Neural Frames music by wosX - courtesy of Dream Catalogue