Cosmic Glitch

The night is quiet. The streets are empty. A tape piano, a rolling coin, footsteps in the dark. Somewhere, something begins to flicker, shimmer, repeat. Are these things really real? Between analogue traces, digital artefacts and a light that may come from the moon, or perhaps from somewhere else, the boundary between memory, perception and programming begins to dissolve. And while you are still trying to figure out who is there, the music has already taken over. There is nobody there.