La Salla

A character lives a self-sufficient but entirely surreal existence speaking in operatic verse amongst a peculiar selection of gadgets, a great Howitzer and, frankly, comes across as not quite the full... A character lives a self-sufficient but entirely surreal existence speaking in operatic verse amongst a peculiar selection of gadgets, a great Howitzer and, frankly, comes across as not quite the full shilling. He constantly ignores his doorbell until one day he finds himself tempted to open his door and a sort of pin-ball machine game ensues with his head disjoined from his body and bouncing all over the room trying to get home. I didn't really get this, to be honest, but there's an huge degree of creative innovation here from an imagination that just happens to live on a different planet from me! "I roll yet I still sing"! Maybe just try unplugging the doorbell?