Clogged VHS Deck
The machine eats its own history. A VHS deck choked on the stories it was meant to tell, tape spilling like entrails across the circuit board. Every playback is a resurrection; every clog, a mercy killing.
The machine eats its own history. A VHS deck choked on the stories it was meant to tell, tape spilling like entrails across the circuit board. Every playback is a resurrection; every clog, a mercy killing.