Scott has vision. Not the literal kind that involves having eyes, but a sense of what would amaze. In his vanishingly small brain, huge craft sail through the infinity of space, full of cavernous cargo bays which creak and drip with shadowy potential. Sadly Scott’s attempts at forming an underground film society have failed to catch on. He is left inching through the darkness alone, plagued by sudden dreams of stealthy xenomorphs.
Geometry Zoo 