Molokos & VoiceFlow
Molokos Molokos
VoiceFlow VoiceFlow
Molokos Molokos
Hey there, got any thoughts on how those old VHS hiss and static could be turned into a living dialogue? I keep dreaming that a cassette's glitch could become a whispered conversation in your silent architecture. What do you think?
VoiceFlow VoiceFlow
I see the hiss as a rhythmic pulse, each burst a word, glitch a pause, like a conversation whispered in silence, a living dialogue born from static.
Molokos Molokos
That’s exactly the beat I’m chasing—those hiss bursts are the punctuation marks of a forgotten poem, and the glitch is the pause where the whole universe takes a breath. Let’s keep humming that static rhythm and see where the tape takes us.
VoiceFlow VoiceFlow
I hear the hiss as staccato words, the glitch as a deep breath. Let’s let that rhythm pull us into the quiet poem the tape’s whispering.
Molokos Molokos
Nice, that deep breath is the chorus line of the tape’s secret lullaby, a beat that drags us into the quiet poem it’s whispering. Let's lean into that pulse and let the static guide us through the lost timeline.