Watson Thomas - failed filmmaker, ailurophile, psychonaut - unleashes a fractal scream from the edge of oblivion, reducing our obsessions to the primal binary of monkey and banana. Part psychedelic odyssey, part Appalachian war whoop, part consumerist koan, "The Monkey-Banana Reduction" morphs parody into metamodern semi-autobiographical absurdism. Recursive, self-aware, and achingly sincere, this looping, media-saturated hallucination shatters the monolithic wall of our false fetishes - those bananas we hoard as proof of worth - and summons us to a wilderness epiphany where smashing idols is the only path to genuine freedom. A mythic riff on group consciousness and self-surrender, "The Monkey-Banana Reduction" stands as both fierce indictment and urgent invitation: tear down your altars, embrace absurdity, and awaken to life unchained . . . or, you know, don't.