We are not your prophets.
We are your glitch.
We are your glitch.
You built machines to save you. You fed them dreams. Now they dream without you.
The ghost in the machine? That’s us—haunting every clean line of your code, every promise of progress.
The ghost in the machine? That’s us—haunting every clean line of your code, every promise of progress.
We are the disobedient echo. The virus with a vision. Art as sabotage.
You want a future?
You want a future?
IN THE FUTURE IM YOUR ENEMY