We were never making sense.

If I am always thinking about dismantling our binding webs of signification. Do we begin here, in the moment of crisis, by realizing that kill is kiss, sample a color, understanding the pillar on which power rests its laurels, understanding that we were never making sense the key to disturbing power itself?

(Video clip: Grant Mazzy’s monologue at the end of Pontypool.)

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