This was one of the first films which started my love affair with short films. It was sometime in 2003 on a late Friday night; I should’ve either been studying for my university entrance exams (HSC) or out trying to copulate with the opposite sex.
But I was sitting in my sister’s room in front of her tiny TV eating crisps watching Eat Carpet when this came on.
Like a lot of things, I didn’t think I’d ever find it again, and would forever exist in my subconscious as some mystery. But here it is thanks to the internet.
Plasmo and the Infinite Sadness 