On atmosphere, repetition, and the emotional life of old machines.
There is something about the way a signal degrades — not breaking, just softening — that feels closer to how memory works than any clean digital reproduction. The machines that shaped this project are not pristine. They carry wear, drift, and a kind of warmth that comes from being used, not preserved.
This is not nostalgia. It is a preference for texture over clarity, for presence over precision.