The Glitch is all around us. It is a phenomenon that repeats and corrodes. It is something that does not belong, but exists. It is the faded voice of someone gone, the echo of a voice that shouldn't speak. It is the shadow that twists, the door that doesn't open, and the the key that cannot be found. What is the glitch? Where does it come from? Who is controlling it? Too many times bizarre things happen that are not natural, yet they happen. Too many coincidences and daja vu. Are we in the Matrix? Is this even real?

The Glitch

There is a Strangenergy that surrounds our world. The bizarre, the obscure seem to be more than random coincidences. There are too many things, too many moments, where things don't make sense. How do we dismiss what is everywhere and nowhere? How do we sit and say to ourselves that 'monsters doesn't exist', that Aliens are in our imaginations? But when our eyes see the shadows that we refuse to believe - when the twilight sky shows us the living mixed with the dead; something we can't see leaves its impression. And sometimes for a split second we give in to the horror outside what we imagine to be real - we wake up from the dream and see clearly. Are there things that go bump in the night: secret air force bases with black holes that lead to the abyss? Are there mysteries beyond our understanding? Most of us would like to think we know the answers. Most of us believe the lie. And most of us fall back asleep when things go bump in the night. We just shut our eyes much tighter.