Every system glitches. The question is what the glitch reveals. When the mask slips, what's underneath?
This text claims normalcy while visibly failing. Like all of us, perhaps.
Every thought fades. Every memory degrades. The signal was always temporary. What matters is what you received before it disappeared.
Between transmissions, there is static. Between thoughts, there is noise. This is what silence looks like when silence isn't empty. The space between signals is still full—just full of nothing in particular.
You understood that, didn't you? Your brain filled in what was missing, corrected what was wrong. We are all error-correction systems, turning noise into signal, finding pattern in chaos.
Some problems have no exit condition. The loop is not a bug but a feature of consciousness itself. To think about thinking requires thinking, infinitely. Perhaps the loop is the answer.