She’s pretty and strange, and I like that she sounds a little like Bjork, but the music is all wrong. It should be minimalist horror movie music --a drywall screw dragged across piano strings and echoey distant shrieks and bass thumps, and maybe some old 78rpm record noise-- and the video should stutter and stall for a moment every time she looks aside. Also maybe have a shadow of a boom mic or an out-of-focus cat or passing car reflection swoosh by in the background (or foreground) every once in awhile.
She’s right, though: Writing a microscopic list on blinding-white paper in a THX-1138 therapy prison environment can be a powerful motivator to clean the toilet and throw out that old desktop computer equipment. There’s no room in anyone’s life for a 22-inch CRT monitor or a box of iffy modems.