A city caught mid-glitch. The digital signal that renders reality flickers and corrupts, revealing raw data substrate beneath streets and concrete facades. Blocks of color slice through familiar urban geometry. Horizontal scan lines eat into typography. Duotone washes reduce the visual world to two competing channels.
This is glitch as playful urban poetry. Not anxious or dystopian, but warm static from an old television left on in a comfortable room. Lo-fi hip-hop rendered in neon and broken pixels. Technically fractured, emotionally soothing, aesthetically deliberate. The visual equivalent of late-night Seoul photographed through a malfunctioning CRT monitor.
Signal distortion creates depth. Two channels separate. Reality splits.
Noise becomes pattern. Fragments cohere. The city emerges from static.
Scroll is the only interaction. No buttons. No commerce. Just the slow tuning of a radio: searching, finding, losing, settling into static.