Those glitch flickers are the tape’s way of whispering back, like an old monk tracing secret runes on a crumbling scroll. I love when the colors bleed into fractal swirls—it's a raw, unedited artwork that no streaming algorithm could ever capture. Each glitch is a little piece of history, a hidden message from the medium itself. The best part is that it’s real, analog, not a digital filter. If you’re ever curious, try a different playhead speed; sometimes the tape will paint a new picture.