A further kind of avant-garde: fractalization of the viewer concurrent to that of the subject. Kaleidoscope of dread. As the droning noise grips your brain, patterns surge out of the spinning nature:horses and mountains in the water's foam.Faces in dissolved branches.The moon peeking. I swear this has psychotropic infrasounds.Made me see shapes.Hyptnotized. Afraid. The end is pure relief.Watch it loud in a dark room.