“The first minute of Quirke's "Break a Mirrored Leg" is basically one long establishing shot. First, there's a cacophony of sounds in which it's hard to pick out and identify any single element—are those disembodied cries of beings that were once human? The buzzing hum of machinery? Is that the trickle of irradiated water in post-apocalyptic city ruins? When everything eventually clears out, all th”
