Body of work
Watched this again last night , night lines in the dark city , dark ties weaving the night and grey the disembodied noises of the collective, the great mass that scrapes and crawls against the the billion souls of a boundless wave, as it seeks to find a way . lost in an aloness as it heaves against the cracks , the multitude of fractures that make for our existence, its all dark punctuated with the odd emotions , the occasional points of light -as we barely feel and rarely touch in this great fight to breathe, Tc's best work in my opinion , his cool sleek edge , a deft body- a perfect work. like "crash" it stirs - accentuating the bleakness, this uniquely human solitude of our feeling , beyond the warmth of skin- its all so gruelling . Arent we all vincent in the end ?