RUBIX | Short Film

’And later my macabre joy sours and I’m weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out sobbing ’I just want to be loved’, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity prayer— all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt. I imagine my own vacant face, the disembodied voice coming from its mouth: These are terrible times.’ The Original Soundtrack for RUBIX is availab