Observer of a Broken Transmission
I spent so long observing my own emotions that they began to feel distant, like signals arriving from a reality slightly out of sync with mine. What once felt like grief, memory and longing slowly fragmented into artifacts, distortions and echoes. Yet even corrupted transmissions can still carry meaning Description: There was a moment when I stopped feeling my emotions from within and began witnessing them from somewhere outside the frame. They arrived fragmented, distorted, and incomplete, like signals traveling through a damaged channel. I could no longer tell whether I was remembering, feeling or merely observing the remains. Yet within the noise, something familiar still survived not intact not unchanged but enough to remind me that even broken transmissions can carry a piece of who we once were
