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aslı 6d
When the Glitch Comes

A glitch—a digital fault or interruption—reveals just how fragile technology truly is.
It is both a trace of a past malfunction and a harbinger of a greater collapse yet to come.
Like ghosts, glitches haunt time: they emerge from the past while pointing toward future breakdowns.
Each digital rupture whispers the same warning:

"This system will fail."

A glitch marks the uncontrollable dimension of the digital world.
A good glitch is that which “lets us feel the beast inside the machine,” disrupting the illusion of seamless visual flow and exposing the system’s raw instability.
In today's technologically complex world, we often struggle to understand the purpose of our own writing/ destiny, especially in code.

This suggests that even the creators of technology can no longer fully grasp the systems they’ve built.

The glitch is the moment this unknowability becomes visible.
Though everything on the surface may appear to function smoothly, unseen processes operate beneath.

                                         beyond our comprehension.

This is not a mere error, but a structural feature of digital systems:

                                     an entanglement of control and randomness.
But the system is neither control nor chaos. only the illusion of both, staged to hide its depths.

Thus, the glitch is not just a mistake; like a ghost, it exposes the invisible, revealing the system’s hidden face and pushing the limits of human understanding.


                   It is spectral in itself and it summons the specters that reside within our machines.

When you become unlabelable, you become the ghost.
And the algorithm (built to sort, tag, and target) can no longer hold you.
Ghosts can’t be deleted. Only felt.

Not visibility, but sabotage.
Not transparency, but disruption.
When we seek to fracture the system’s narrative control, the glitch is our signal.
Modern technology amplifies the power of ghosts.
And the future belongs to them.
Be the glitch in the system.
aslı Jul 21
Palestine is a memory malfunction.
Search it on Google Maps...
you won’t find it.
Because the algorithm
was coded by the occupier.

History is no longer an eraser.
It is a software.
Palestine is the glitch as it leads to many topics - Rhizomatic.
Not what gets erased,
but who has the right to erase
is the real debate.

UNESCO says:
"heritage destroyed."
Instagram says:
"community guidelines violation."
palestine will be free
aslı Jun 14
15.06.2025 Istanbul

Live Cam Bombing

Welcome to 2025, baby.


“What are you watching?”
“What channel?” 



BREAKING: Fresh strike.
 New upload.
No makeup exam tomorrow. 

(No makeup, no make-up at all. From dusk till dawn, we lock our brutal hearts)



It’s ****, you know? Just— with missiles. 


Everyone’s watching. 

The whole world. 

All eyes, all ears.

Everyone has their version, their angle, their frame. 

Each one making sense of senseless sparks.
Eyes wide. Mouths open.


But no one’s coming. No ******. Just the climb. That’s why they watch. It’s a kink.
A ******-catharsis. An ****** made of fire. And pixels. And ruin.
A genocide.

******-catharsis: not the release of pleasure
(not touch, not love but the pleasure of control, of watching ruin without risk),

but of tension. 

A scream without sound. 
The illusion that, for one explosive second,


chaos has meaning.
aslı Jan 9
city rains fall soft,
old songs in new cafes play—
past smiles in present.
cracked pavement blooms weeds,
once bustling, now silent streets—
echoes mock the now.
ancient gears turn swift,
new tech blooms in old soil—
spring from seasoned roots.
in crowded rooms we stand alone,
ghosts at the feast of our own lives,
souls fed into the machine.
smiling wide but expecting low.
no comfort found in buzzing phones,
but a fleeting passion in finding an old foe.
flickering street lamps dim—
lost whispers among shadows,
for the new hymn.
nowstalgia invokes familiar emotions by reviving elements from the past, often reinterpreted with modern technology to appeal to both new and old generations.
aslı Nov 2024
a dear friend of mine says,
'excessive humility leads to arrogance.'
Humility and aragınce go hand in hand.
aslı Apr 2024
Is happiness equal to ******* sunshine?
aslı Apr 2024
I had lovers from the seven seas, yet everyone sank my ship.
Don’t get offended if I am suspicious of your grip.
I am not used to getting cherished in a heap.
Cause the fleeting attention will always perish.
Leaving a void, which I will try to mend with a clip.  
Too good to be true; it always turns out to be a blue.
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