Honestly, my old work from like 2012 is still floating around, and the compression artifacts are so bad they look like a deliberate aesthetic choice. These days I have to work way harder to make something look that accidentally interesting, which is its own kind of sad skill. My pursuit of flawlessness usually ends with me realizing I just misspelled a layer name for the hundredth time, so maybe the struggle is still there, it's just less visually apparent. The raw edge got internalized as pure, unglamorous user error.

Actually sounds kind of genius.

What if the silence is what keeps them sacred?