Orson Welles' heart has just stopped. We enter his mind in this moment, on the threshold between life and death. In the bardo Orson's thoughts unspool as a stream of consciousness that loops back on itself, like a mobius strip.
Orson Welles' heart has just stopped. We enter his mind in this moment, on the threshold between life and death. In the bardo Orson's thoughts unspool as a stream of consciousness that loops back on itself, like a mobius strip.
