a personal broadcast from somewhere approximate
The signal comes in waves. Some days it is crystalline -- every word arriving intact, every image sharp. Other days you get this: fragments, chromatic tears, beautiful interference patterns where the message should be. gabs.day broadcasts regardless of signal quality. The imperfections are part of the content.
*not everything worth saying arrives clearly*
This is what was caught mid-air: a thought that was still forming when the antenna picked it up. Half-finished, fully alive. The words rearrange themselves depending on the time of day and the humidity of your attention. Read it twice and it says something different each time. That is not a bug.
The best transmissions are the ones that resist decoding. They make you lean in. They make you adjust the dial. They make you care enough to tolerate the static.
Station initialized. Signal strength: adequate. Audience: unknown.
Adjusted modulation depth. Found a frequency that sounds like thinking out loud.
Transmitted the first thing that felt true. It came back with glitch artifacts that made it truer.
Let the static play for a while. Sometimes the best content is the space between signals.
the best broadcasts are the ones nobody asked for
gabs.day will return to this frequency. The signal may vary. The static will be beautiful. The doodles in the margins will continue to accumulate. If you are reading this, the transmission reached you. That is enough.
End of broadcast. The CRT hums as it powers down.
gabs.day