1. Los días perdidos / The Lost Days (Víctor Erice, 1963) Shrouded in regret, melancholy permeates virtually every frame of Erice’s (exquisi...

Crossing my mind today, out of nowhere, was a curious ad by a company whose name won’t be mentioned here because you’re probably seeing it o...

Revealing the second set of ‘rooms’ from The House of No End which – in spite of its title – has to end someday, one way or another, intuit...

For a long while, I've been extremely skeptical towards AI, and here I am now, making my first stab at creating... pardon, prompting a s...

What is this endless house, and does it even exist? Cosmos on the one side, the absence of reality on the other. But, where are up(s) and do...