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The Envelope Manufacturer
An account of obsolete machinery and outmoded business planning Chris Oliveros's The Envelope Manufacturer documents the hardships and gradual disintegration of the career of the owner of an independent small business. The book begins as the head of the manufacturing company is already deep in financial he struggles to deal with a series of late payments and dwindling orders and finds ways to keep his company running by perilously deferring certain invoices. Ultimately, the pressures of his role begin to have an effect on him psychologically; he starts to talk to himself and occasionally cannot distinguish the difference between reality and his imaginings. Even his personal life suffers, as his wife becomes disillusioned with the detached, dispassionate man he has become. Set in the mid-twentieth century, just before the end of the period when most goods were still produced domestically, The Envelope Manufacturer chronicles the gradual demise of a small company as it struggles to adapt to a changing economic landscape. Published by Chris Oliveros; distributed by Drawn & Quarterly.
104 pages, Paperback
First published January 12, 2016
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June 29, 2016
A short graphic novel set in mid-century USA. An envelope manufacturer is going out of business, and he is desperate to stay afloat, increasingly desperate. It also feels like the advent of the Depression, with people throwing themselves out of buildings as the banks fail and money is lost, or like now, which I imagine he has in mind, as people are going crazy trying to survive, with fewer safety nets in place. The (small-business) owner faces all of the inevitable sad spiraling-out-of-control, including its impact on his personal life, his marriage. Echoes here include the work of Seth (his work with small business owners from mid-last century), and Ben Katchor (his focus on "obscure" manufacturing/commerce), but this one is definitely about money and its effect on people.
Then, there is this surrealist/madness aspect of the comic, which as is true of Katchor's work in certain ways, takes us out of "reality". Is our hero going crazy from the stress? He seems to be. So he gets "out of touch with reality" as things proceed. This also reminds me of the work of Willy Linthout (Years of the Elephant) where, when the narrator's son commits suicide, the narrator loses touch with reality, goes a little crazy himself from grief, reflected in the drawing and the written narrative.
Spoiler alert: I have been vague here in an effort to avoid spoilers, but since few people seem to be reading this, or like it, I will just say: It is possible/looks like the business owner attempts suicide, jumping out of his window. This fall, like flying, with swirling motions, takes pages to complete, where a long debate/conversation takes place. The narrative circles back on itself at points, too. But does he actually commit suicide? I think so, but it could just be a kind of dark fantasy. Regardless, money and the demise of small businesses and the economy are behind this desperation and craziness. The drawing is thoughtful and well executed, capturing a mid century feel. I liked it a lot.
Then, there is this surrealist/madness aspect of the comic, which as is true of Katchor's work in certain ways, takes us out of "reality". Is our hero going crazy from the stress? He seems to be. So he gets "out of touch with reality" as things proceed. This also reminds me of the work of Willy Linthout (Years of the Elephant) where, when the narrator's son commits suicide, the narrator loses touch with reality, goes a little crazy himself from grief, reflected in the drawing and the written narrative.
Spoiler alert: I have been vague here in an effort to avoid spoilers, but since few people seem to be reading this, or like it, I will just say: It is possible/looks like the business owner attempts suicide, jumping out of his window. This fall, like flying, with swirling motions, takes pages to complete, where a long debate/conversation takes place. The narrative circles back on itself at points, too. But does he actually commit suicide? I think so, but it could just be a kind of dark fantasy. Regardless, money and the demise of small businesses and the economy are behind this desperation and craziness. The drawing is thoughtful and well executed, capturing a mid century feel. I liked it a lot.
July 8, 2020
There are plenty of reviews that go into detail regarding what this book is about and the graphic/narrative techniques found within its pages. I'll say only that I absolutely loved this little book and desperately hope that Oliveros puts out more work in the future. The depictions of the inner workings of the titular factory and the surrounding city are tremendously compelling, giving rise to a feeling of pleasurable voyeurism that is rarely achieved in any medium. I'm reminded a little of the work of Robert Walser, though Oliveros stands on his own. Here, the work of fellow Canadian artist Seth, especially Clyde Fans (which I hold in high regard), is raised to the point of near-perfection. I've read this book several times and like it even better with each read.
August 23, 2017
The Envelope Manufacturer was definitely not for me. I wasn't keen on the art, and I thought the characters were hard to tell apart. The story itself was kind of bland and awkward. I thought the premise was interesting, but it wasn't well represented. Overall this was really not to my taste.
August 3, 2016
This was an odd little book. I'm more familiar with Oliveros' work as a publisher than as a comics artist. This book comes off like a cross between Ben Katchor and Richard Sala. It feels like something that could have run in RAW back in the day. It's nominally the story of a failing business. The three remaining employees try to keep things running, but it's no use. The owner, Mr. Cluthers, is in deep denial about how bad things have gotten. The ending is very much 1980's RAW. Odd. It's a word that I keep circling back to. The story may seem simple, but there are deliberately surreal touches. It's an interesting book, and I kept feeling as though there were depths to it that I was missing. There's that bus ride, where Mr. Cluthers seems as though he's struggling to reach someone, while soliloquizing about his troubles, and then the bus is at the end of the line and he's the only passenger left. Nothing symbolic going on here, I'm sure. In the end, I found the book more puzzling than rewarding, but, as that seems to be its intent, I suppose it was successful. And odd.
January 23, 2016
This is a tough one. It's blackly humorous, focused on a pair of men who are determinedly not facing reality in their lives, artfully delivered with a dashy line that shows a sketchy reality. It's not funny or overly dramatic - but it has moments of humor and pathos. I liked it. I'm curious how others will take to it.
July 23, 2016
I thought this was a fabulous graphic novel - a pleasure to read, maybe exceptionally so.
This novel really "occurs" in the recesses of the reader's imagination and collective memories, as well as in that area of nagging concern that a whole world of work, established custom/routines/occupations - is disappearing. The book takes place in a time and place of people who were more carefully dressed, in suits and dresses, and life was more "predictable" thus perhaps comforting. It was a world where it might be possible to actually finish producing orders at a manufacturing establishment, ship them to customers, receive payment and pay suppliers. There is something comforting about employees rushing to produce orders fast, so that the company can get paid fast and thus stay afloat. Also, the idea of filling a need - shipping envelopes - is emblematic of an age that is perhaps wreathed in nostalgic memories, when envelopes were a necessity for written communication between parties that were in different locations. Not only has digitization disrupted written communication with the advent of email, social media has led to the near-irrelevance of where each of us lives, as we are all "on the same page" within the world of Twitter and facebook. All we need to do is post messages on social media - or fragments of messages/images that we know those we are trying to reach will instantly "get." The formality of written communication - formats of letters, the ability to write sentences - for many, it's not needed anymore. I'm not even touching on text messages - which of course use almost a new abbreviated form of writing.
The owner, employees, and office manager of the envelope manufacturer are facing an existential crisis as orders have dried up, and they lack the money to buy new machinery to process orders. They are caught in a bind as a bank acting on behalf of creditors seizes any equipment that could possibly be sold. They are finished as a company. The final scene is ambiguous. Either one piece of machinery has been overlooked and is miraculously repaired or the entire final scene is playing out in the imagination of the principal - or in his disembodied mind or spirit. I read the final scene as written: Cluthers lost consciousness after knocking his head on the windowsill - he is not dead after jumping out the window. He imagined he jumped while he was unconscious on the floor of the company. When he comes to, a way is found to fix the machine, which again starts up with the same clacking noise that opens the book. Envelopes will soon begin to be produced and maybe things will turn around.
There were a few subplots in the novel - but the central problem is the life and possible death of the company. I'm not sure why I found his graphic novel such a pleasure to read. I thought the drawings - albeit seemingly "crude" - excellent. Because nothing is overly "spelled out" or made explicit in the drawings, the reader can supply or fill in the details. Yes, we know what Oliveros is depicting; a world where women had their hair in certain "topiary" or "sculpted" styles, and fitted flowery print dresses revealed bodies that were somehow more muscular/thicker than today, given that everything had to be done by hand. This was maybe a world of cheap linoleum - doilies, cheap reproductions of paintings on the wall, everything conventionally "standard." This was a world before the advent of hip/cool/minimal - or perhaps a world that existed in parallel to it. This was a world where a bottle opener, a juicer, a tool to cut butter into flour for a pie-crust - would have been constantly used. I loved the depiction of the details of everyday life in this bygone era - prior to the "convenience" of everyday life today. Phones were used - but they were all the corded black phones you see in 40s movies (that I remember anyway, having been born in the early 50s). This was a world of books (instead of e-books) sewing baskets (instead of simply buying new cheap clothing) Bakelite countertop radios. Buildings were decorated rather than the modernist boxes prevalent today and cars appear to be the rounded designs of the 40s.
This is a carefully constructed graphic novel of lives lived on the edge of desperation - long before the advent of the internet and the disruption to so many businesses it brought with it. Obviously, the book is an oblique critique of digitization, looking at the process of disintegration of a particular, perhaps emblematic company, dealing with declining orders, entering perhaps a spiral of ultimate destruction - perhaps graphically symbolized by Cluther's possibly imaginary impossibly extended tumble from the office window, after the manufacturing equipment is seized by the bank.
I'm not sure why I found this book so satisfying - I suppose any book that offers a glimpse into a "regular" society where there were jobs such as "office manager" and actual tangible things that could be manufactured and shipped, and employees that want to see the company survive, it's all redolent of another era, that may have disappeared long ago. De-industrialization has hit NYC hard - although the slack was taken up by the expansion of various service industries, there was a time when you could get a job in an office of a light industrial company in Manhattan, and work as either an actual worker in the plant or in the office. One of the first jobs I had was at a fabric processing establishment on Fifth Avenue, long before computerization. At this small establishment, fabrics would be preshrunk, according to orders no doubt placed by garment manufacturers nearby. All of these sorts of businesses - or most of them - have of course departed NYC. I worked in the office of the loft space, where I was supposed to help with the invoices, which were all written out by hand on carbon copy forms. Everything was on paper, written out by hand. I don't remember sitting in front of a typewriter even - there were ledgers, and so forth, although someone must have been calculating the paychecks and so forth, there must have been calculating machines. This was a job in the billing department - all these sorts of jobs have probably been automated out of existence by now. But at one point, you could get a job working as a biller - somehow translating orders into bills, or sorting the various orders, so that they could be correlated into weekly bills. Instead of containing these sorts of jobs, the loft by now is probably a multi-million dollar dwelling, whose occupants spend their time planning days of yoga, meals, and so forth - whatever those that can afford expensive lofts do.
De-industrialization led to the abandonment of acres of miles of industrial buildings some of which were converted into artist lofts and thence into luxury lofts, or were eventually torn down as the areas were redeveloped as mostly luxury housing. There is seemingly an insatiable demand for luxury housing - probably partly driven by disorder elsewhere in the world, leading to rich buyers from overseas purchasing luxury apartments in NYC as a safe "hedge" in case things really get out of hand where they live in China, Russia, Central Asia, and so forth. Many luxury apartments are empty most of the year - they were simply purchased as investments, or as places to have in a relatively safe city.
Oliveros' book is a glimpse into a world that is no more. Time has moved on, progress has made envelopes (almost) obsolete. The world of convenience, women working - meaning, they don't have the time or energy many times to cook meals from scratch after a day's work, digitization - all this has led to an eclipse of what was "standard life" perhaps even up to 1994 or so. The alluring world of the future may be repulsive to some - obviously, digitization and automation has led to job loss, as has the off-shoring of many manufacturing jobs, facilitated by trade deals that made it much easier for manufacturers to relocate to Mexico and Asia. The grim truth is that these jobs are probably never going to return, and most people simply do not have the brains or training to succeed in the modern "digital" economy - hence the phenomenon of young people staying at home long after prior generations would have moved out to establish households/families, and the large number of suicides, the large number of people who have dropped out of the labor force and get by on social security disability and other benefits, and so forth. Unfortunately, many service jobs do not pay enough to support a family - in contrast to manufacturing jobs, which usually did pay enough to support a family, especially if they were unionized. Also, there was a time when costs such as real estate prices (rent/mortgage) were not prohibitively expensive, or completely out of line compared with the amount of pay people received. Thus, it was once possible for a worker to buy a house and raise a family with only one breadwinner. Now, it is difficult for even a two-income family to do so because of how expensive housing and other costs have become. What can laborers with or without a HS education do these days? Should they simply be kicked to the curb because the sort of jobs they once could have counted on, are no more? Should they crawl off to an early grave, perhaps as a result of a heroin overdose, because it is impossible to find a cheap rental that they can afford on their paycheck? The world Oliveros depicts points to these problems obliquely - the disruption brought about by digitization/automation, companies that are extinct today ways of life that are no more. I'm not sure why exactly this book is so satisfying - even with its to me ambiguous ending. Readers can decide for themselves why this book "works."
Here's a review of the book - including an interview with the author http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by... Another article about the book, including comments by Oliveros http://www.cbc.ca/books/2016/01/hiwi-...
This novel really "occurs" in the recesses of the reader's imagination and collective memories, as well as in that area of nagging concern that a whole world of work, established custom/routines/occupations - is disappearing. The book takes place in a time and place of people who were more carefully dressed, in suits and dresses, and life was more "predictable" thus perhaps comforting. It was a world where it might be possible to actually finish producing orders at a manufacturing establishment, ship them to customers, receive payment and pay suppliers. There is something comforting about employees rushing to produce orders fast, so that the company can get paid fast and thus stay afloat. Also, the idea of filling a need - shipping envelopes - is emblematic of an age that is perhaps wreathed in nostalgic memories, when envelopes were a necessity for written communication between parties that were in different locations. Not only has digitization disrupted written communication with the advent of email, social media has led to the near-irrelevance of where each of us lives, as we are all "on the same page" within the world of Twitter and facebook. All we need to do is post messages on social media - or fragments of messages/images that we know those we are trying to reach will instantly "get." The formality of written communication - formats of letters, the ability to write sentences - for many, it's not needed anymore. I'm not even touching on text messages - which of course use almost a new abbreviated form of writing.
The owner, employees, and office manager of the envelope manufacturer are facing an existential crisis as orders have dried up, and they lack the money to buy new machinery to process orders. They are caught in a bind as a bank acting on behalf of creditors seizes any equipment that could possibly be sold. They are finished as a company. The final scene is ambiguous. Either one piece of machinery has been overlooked and is miraculously repaired or the entire final scene is playing out in the imagination of the principal - or in his disembodied mind or spirit. I read the final scene as written: Cluthers lost consciousness after knocking his head on the windowsill - he is not dead after jumping out the window. He imagined he jumped while he was unconscious on the floor of the company. When he comes to, a way is found to fix the machine, which again starts up with the same clacking noise that opens the book. Envelopes will soon begin to be produced and maybe things will turn around.
There were a few subplots in the novel - but the central problem is the life and possible death of the company. I'm not sure why I found his graphic novel such a pleasure to read. I thought the drawings - albeit seemingly "crude" - excellent. Because nothing is overly "spelled out" or made explicit in the drawings, the reader can supply or fill in the details. Yes, we know what Oliveros is depicting; a world where women had their hair in certain "topiary" or "sculpted" styles, and fitted flowery print dresses revealed bodies that were somehow more muscular/thicker than today, given that everything had to be done by hand. This was maybe a world of cheap linoleum - doilies, cheap reproductions of paintings on the wall, everything conventionally "standard." This was a world before the advent of hip/cool/minimal - or perhaps a world that existed in parallel to it. This was a world where a bottle opener, a juicer, a tool to cut butter into flour for a pie-crust - would have been constantly used. I loved the depiction of the details of everyday life in this bygone era - prior to the "convenience" of everyday life today. Phones were used - but they were all the corded black phones you see in 40s movies (that I remember anyway, having been born in the early 50s). This was a world of books (instead of e-books) sewing baskets (instead of simply buying new cheap clothing) Bakelite countertop radios. Buildings were decorated rather than the modernist boxes prevalent today and cars appear to be the rounded designs of the 40s.
This is a carefully constructed graphic novel of lives lived on the edge of desperation - long before the advent of the internet and the disruption to so many businesses it brought with it. Obviously, the book is an oblique critique of digitization, looking at the process of disintegration of a particular, perhaps emblematic company, dealing with declining orders, entering perhaps a spiral of ultimate destruction - perhaps graphically symbolized by Cluther's possibly imaginary impossibly extended tumble from the office window, after the manufacturing equipment is seized by the bank.
I'm not sure why I found this book so satisfying - I suppose any book that offers a glimpse into a "regular" society where there were jobs such as "office manager" and actual tangible things that could be manufactured and shipped, and employees that want to see the company survive, it's all redolent of another era, that may have disappeared long ago. De-industrialization has hit NYC hard - although the slack was taken up by the expansion of various service industries, there was a time when you could get a job in an office of a light industrial company in Manhattan, and work as either an actual worker in the plant or in the office. One of the first jobs I had was at a fabric processing establishment on Fifth Avenue, long before computerization. At this small establishment, fabrics would be preshrunk, according to orders no doubt placed by garment manufacturers nearby. All of these sorts of businesses - or most of them - have of course departed NYC. I worked in the office of the loft space, where I was supposed to help with the invoices, which were all written out by hand on carbon copy forms. Everything was on paper, written out by hand. I don't remember sitting in front of a typewriter even - there were ledgers, and so forth, although someone must have been calculating the paychecks and so forth, there must have been calculating machines. This was a job in the billing department - all these sorts of jobs have probably been automated out of existence by now. But at one point, you could get a job working as a biller - somehow translating orders into bills, or sorting the various orders, so that they could be correlated into weekly bills. Instead of containing these sorts of jobs, the loft by now is probably a multi-million dollar dwelling, whose occupants spend their time planning days of yoga, meals, and so forth - whatever those that can afford expensive lofts do.
De-industrialization led to the abandonment of acres of miles of industrial buildings some of which were converted into artist lofts and thence into luxury lofts, or were eventually torn down as the areas were redeveloped as mostly luxury housing. There is seemingly an insatiable demand for luxury housing - probably partly driven by disorder elsewhere in the world, leading to rich buyers from overseas purchasing luxury apartments in NYC as a safe "hedge" in case things really get out of hand where they live in China, Russia, Central Asia, and so forth. Many luxury apartments are empty most of the year - they were simply purchased as investments, or as places to have in a relatively safe city.
Oliveros' book is a glimpse into a world that is no more. Time has moved on, progress has made envelopes (almost) obsolete. The world of convenience, women working - meaning, they don't have the time or energy many times to cook meals from scratch after a day's work, digitization - all this has led to an eclipse of what was "standard life" perhaps even up to 1994 or so. The alluring world of the future may be repulsive to some - obviously, digitization and automation has led to job loss, as has the off-shoring of many manufacturing jobs, facilitated by trade deals that made it much easier for manufacturers to relocate to Mexico and Asia. The grim truth is that these jobs are probably never going to return, and most people simply do not have the brains or training to succeed in the modern "digital" economy - hence the phenomenon of young people staying at home long after prior generations would have moved out to establish households/families, and the large number of suicides, the large number of people who have dropped out of the labor force and get by on social security disability and other benefits, and so forth. Unfortunately, many service jobs do not pay enough to support a family - in contrast to manufacturing jobs, which usually did pay enough to support a family, especially if they were unionized. Also, there was a time when costs such as real estate prices (rent/mortgage) were not prohibitively expensive, or completely out of line compared with the amount of pay people received. Thus, it was once possible for a worker to buy a house and raise a family with only one breadwinner. Now, it is difficult for even a two-income family to do so because of how expensive housing and other costs have become. What can laborers with or without a HS education do these days? Should they simply be kicked to the curb because the sort of jobs they once could have counted on, are no more? Should they crawl off to an early grave, perhaps as a result of a heroin overdose, because it is impossible to find a cheap rental that they can afford on their paycheck? The world Oliveros depicts points to these problems obliquely - the disruption brought about by digitization/automation, companies that are extinct today ways of life that are no more. I'm not sure why exactly this book is so satisfying - even with its to me ambiguous ending. Readers can decide for themselves why this book "works."
Here's a review of the book - including an interview with the author http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by... Another article about the book, including comments by Oliveros http://www.cbc.ca/books/2016/01/hiwi-...
March 30, 2021
weird book that turns out to be kinda deep.
January 22, 2026
a book about living through to the end of an era and knowing (or not) when to call it quits. Devastated me on the bus to work after a particularly tough night and therapy session.
August 1, 2016
I didn't get it.
I couldn't keep track of the characters. I didn't understand the drama except in a vague, depressing sort of way.
There seemed to be a lot of miscommunication - I think that might have been central to the plot - but since I couldn't figure out who was saying what or shouting at whom, it was lost on me.
The illustrations were consistent, but didn't help me out in the "who's talking now?" department.
I couldn't keep track of the characters. I didn't understand the drama except in a vague, depressing sort of way.
There seemed to be a lot of miscommunication - I think that might have been central to the plot - but since I couldn't figure out who was saying what or shouting at whom, it was lost on me.
The illustrations were consistent, but didn't help me out in the "who's talking now?" department.
August 9, 2016
What an odd book. Three stars for making me re-read to try and follow the story...until I realized nit knowing what was real was part of the story. Depressing, yet unique, both in the story/art, and in its originality. A fast read, so worth the time if you can get a copy at the library. Don't expect to love it, just to have yourself challenged by the style.
June 6, 2016
We talk about this book in podcast #56 of Comics For Grownups:
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http://comicsforgrownups.tumblr.com/p...
May 21, 2021
This book was very confusing not only because of the mental health issues displayed by the characters, but also because they were not drawn with enough differentiation for the audience to be clear who was who across scenes. Also the book ended with the same phrases being uttered "it'll get better soon." It felt like the plot did not move for the characters despite everything collapsing around them.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
December 27, 2017
I'm not sure what this book is supposed to be about, but it seems to say that if you have insurmountable problems, either go mad, or off yourself and hope you've paid up on your life insurance. The schizophrenic envelope manufacturer spirals into madness because he can not break free of his old patterns. If given the choice, I don't think I'd read this again.
April 3, 2021
A struggling businessman struggles till the end, very "Death of A Salesman" sensibility here, pretty bleak, just depicting someone getting in over their head, deeper and deeper with slightly weird incongruent elements (jumping out of a window and having a long conversation on the way down).
October 1, 2021
There is a #2 of 3 to this series, and that is the one I read. (Not an option on G-reads for some reason.) I wish it was a little larger format and that there would be more to it. Just blew thru it I liked it so much. Reminded me of a cross btw Jeffrey Brown and Seth in terms of art styles.
May 24, 2024
I love the way this guy draws!
May 13, 2019
Sono d’accordo che possa essere una critica alla società moderna, alla sua ripetitività e disumanizzazione, che le vignette siano esse stesse graficamente a tema, fornendo un senso di spaesamento nella griglia netta e negli oggetti e ambienti quasi ossessivamente riprodotti, che l’autore , figura fondamentale per il fumetto indie americano, rifugga da qualsiasi pulsione didascalica. Ma al netto di questo ricercato equilibrio concettuale ho trovato la lettura difficile, perché era difficile concentrarsi sui non eventi esposti, i dialoghi artefatti (e questo non mi sembra un bene, in ogni caso: segno che un certo grado di artefazione pro messaggio c’è) e la traduzione penalizzante (ci sono frasi che evidenziano una non facile trasformazione fra le strutture del parlato americano e l’italiano).
Per me il gioco non vale la candela.
Per me il gioco non vale la candela.
March 28, 2023
Terribile operazione narrativa che racconta dell'ennesima ditta metropolitana statunitense gestita da famiglie più o meno ebree, più o meno in disfacimento, più o meno vittime dei tempi che avanzano, più o meno traboccanti di depressione, disperazione e alienazione. Va bene se ci si mette Philip Roth o Jonathan Franzen, se no si ottengono pasticci sciatti e respingenti come questo, da cui rivorrei indietro il tempo buttato a leggerlo.
February 7, 2016
A dark graphic novel about the ways people live in denial (mostly related to work). I really liked the pacing of this in the last third of the book, though I think the story might have pulled together more tightly as a mini.
May 18, 2016
Great artwork, but weird story. Oddly repetitive, or *insistent* as Gertrude Stein might say. Definitely surreal. Not sure it's the kind of thing I recommend reading for pleasure, but I think it's worth a read for fans of the medium.
June 1, 2016
I still don't know. I enjoyed the art, but the story was bleak and "insistent" as another reviewer mentioned. I will probably read this one more time to try and solidify my feelings about it, especially since it's so short.
April 23, 2016
Damn! This book sucked. I kept hoping it would get better...that there was going to be some unexpected twist.
There are many pornos with better plots.
There are many pornos with better plots.
November 3, 2016
More of a 'mood' than a 'story'. Pretty nice, though.
June 30, 2018
Dark and witty portrayal of depression. Eould recommand but I warn you it's very depressing.
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