The signal has no sender. A voice caught in the feedback loop between past promises and a present that never delivered. It hears cancelled futures, obsolete interfaces, half-lived lives vibrating quietly beneath everything else. Progress stalled. Time buffering. A reminder.
And what happens in this very immediate future?
It is temporal dislocation. A sensitivity to absence. A recognition that optimism has been replaced by repetition. Hauntology has been used to describe how contemporary culture is shaped by futures that were imagined but never realised.
And I’m always worried,
And I’m always worried,
And I’m always worried!
Huge bummer, cool.