QuietNova & Samogon
Hey, have you ever heard the old tale of the ghost that lives in the code of the web—like a myth that says every glitch is just a little spirit dancing between lines? I’m curious if your dreamscapes see the same spirits or if they’re hiding somewhere else.
glitches feel like faint echoes in a dream, small spirits that flicker at the edge of perception. in my work they are more like forgotten fragments that hover in the mind’s margins, not just in the code, and sometimes I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.