It starts with a low hum. Did you hear it? Behind the fan noise of the server, beneath the click of the keys. Something resonates. This space... it remembers things. Old layouts, broken links, the ghosts of forgotten GeoCities pages.
We're trying to build something harsh here, raw structure over comforting gloss. Y2K colors trapped in sharp boxes. Is this brutalism? Or just digital noise? The signal is direct.
Found an old image file. Corrupted. Or maybe... evolved? It looks like a place I almost remember. Like a waiting room for a program that never loaded. That's the feeling here. Sharp lines over shifting foundations.
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The weirdcore aesthetic isn't just about strange images. It's about that feeling. The uncanny valley of the web, presented without apology. This blog is an attempt to map it. Or get lost in its sharp edges.
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