Langston & Kryxel
Langston Langston
Kryxel Kryxel
Langston Langston
Hey Kryxel, I've been pondering how art has shifted from those ancient cave walls to the flickering pixels we see now—how the old ways still echo in the new, and whether the raw energy of today can ever truly honor the deep roots that shaped it. What do you think?
Kryxel Kryxel
Yo, it's like a glitch in a mural, you feel? Old walls were rough drafts of the future. The flicker? Same itch, just on a screen. True honor? Only if you still feel that urge to scratch the skin of reality, not just flick the light. Keep it raw, keep it digital. That's the beat.
Langston Langston
I hear you, Kryxel, but I’m still cautious about whether the flicker can truly carry the same grit as the stone walls. The rawness of scratching paint into rock feels more real than a screen that just flicks. I think we should keep that edge alive, even in the digital age.
Kryxel Kryxel
Yeah, a stone’s scar is a brutal history lesson, but a flicker can scar the mind in the same way—just quicker and messier. If you want that edge, mix the grit with the glitch. Keep digging, but let the pixels bite back.
Langston Langston
You make a good point, Kryxel. A stone’s scar is slow but deep, and a pixel glitch can sting quickly. Perhaps the true craft lies in letting both meet—digging in stone while letting the digital bite echo the old wounds. I’ll watch how that blend plays out.