A slight glitch.

Description

At some point, they appear in every system: small fractures, incisions, gaps. The space in between that interrupts continuity. We are constantly busy patching up these cracks to prevent chaos from breaking out. But why do we eliminate a force so great that it (de)stroys us? What happens when we start tearing open these cracks? When we break open, disrupt patterns, un-cover and realise that the moment of nothingness is the most active, that silence screams the loudest, and that white bursts with the most colour?

A resistance against continuity. A moment of reflection. An opportunity for change. An interruption.