An eerie feeling human-made. The moment reality sips back into you. Such is the true horror of liminal spaces and POOLS - through its final intent - betrays the frighteningly sonic precision of its early moments. You can't make a gallery exhibition out of the Backrooms because then you make them safe, remodel each room into a place haunted not by its own consciousness, but by the concept-artist.
Prime example of a bitch who be doing too much.
Prime example of a bitch who be doing too much.