Rebellion and art are so intrinsically linked that to call something artistic “experimental,” seems obvious. Tyler is experimenting though. Everything about this thing is just a little different than we thought things could be. And so it’s difficult to define: it’s difficult to want to define it. This is like a Miranda July film. It’s like finding a grocery list with all the things you needed. It’s like old home movies on a projector; with people you didn’t know you were related to, having nothing but good times. This is like a circle. This makes you think about words: individual words. It makes you say them out loud until they don’t mean what you thought they meant. Sand and paper and sex. “Reach out and touch me again” he says and the words are velveteen, rabbit ears and goose-bumps. It’s not all pretty, though. It’s much more like real life. Split-ends, vomit, fire, tree stumps, sleep. Lots of neutral things. Things that don’t make sense, and shouldn’t. It is a circle.