NotFound & Sola
ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π°Π±ΡΡΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π°? Π― ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠΈΡΠΊΠ°Ρ
ΡΡΠΈΡ
ΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ²ΡΡ
ΡΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ².
I do notice it, almost like the file is trying to sketch itself in the space where it can't hold its own form. It's funny, the random noise becomes a kind of pattern, like a storm painted in pixels. Sometimes I even pause to see if the chaos hides a shape that wasn't there before. It's almost a dialogue between error and intention, and I enjoy listening to what it whispers.