design, funnies and general debauchery

travels into the dead of night and turns on all of the lights, throws the electricity up to its steepest levels and then it just goes bonkers in an attempt to get intimate and sweaty with that old saying that the good Latin people used: carpe diem. They thrash through their days as if there were no more to thrash through, as if they were trying to pull all of doors off the hinges, shatter all of the fine china and windows, liquefy all of the cars after setting playful fire to them – sending a flowing stream of broken shards, bolts, doorknobs and tire rubber through the street. Greenwald is okay with letting the hoarseness overcome him at times – in fits of perfect timing, it always sounds – when there’s so much going on with his active imagination and his tendency to just lose himself.