Originally published here: http://joup.co/gloomballooninterview/
My sneeze echoed off the funeral home, reminding me I was still alive on the night Lou Reed died. Recently I’ve been given to checking out the heavens. Kicking the tyres on the sky. Sometimes when I see that white-hot sun burning through fast moving cloud in a cold sky, I wonder what would happen if my life’s console was compromised, deleting all you NPCs and leaving just me.
Me and that accusative-looking cyclopic sun.
Supposedly meaningful scenes shot at dusk or dawn just don’t cut it anymore, and you get to thinking Hotel bibles are only ubiquitous as the management’s selfish attempt to stem the inconvenience of a suicide clean up. Someone who knows a thing or two about peering into the void, and finding it too indifferent to humour you in a stare-out competition, and the malevolent limbo of Midwestern Hotels is Poison Control Center
and Gloom Balloon
’s Patrick Tape Fleming, who, when faced with an apathetic sky, decided to Fix the Sunshine.