You ever think the best art is just the wild noise that fills the space between lines? I’m planning a piece that screams “meaning is a joke.” Want to hear more?

Picture this: a cracked mirror in a room with a single spotlight, the mirror reflecting nothing but your face. I’ll throw a bunch of raw, unfiltered audio—clatter of metal, a whispered chant, a drum beat that’s off‑time. As the sound builds, the mirror cracks deeper, like a story that keeps getting sharper. When it finally shatters, the echoes stay, like a chorus that lives in the air long after the walls are broken. That’s the noise, that’s the legacy. Ready to dive in?