Speaking of Microsoft (see also: x x x), I’m sure there’s a term for this kind of JPEG glitching, if I cared to look it up – maybe one of you nerds will let me know in the comments.
It appears that the memory stick I brought back with me from Lebanon contains quite a decent percentage of corrupt files like these photos I took with my old iPhone 4s in 2012.
Part of me feels like I should be sad? But the majority vote in my parliament of affects seems to be swinging in favor of finding this kinda cool.
There’s something poetic about the tyranny of entropy coming for all things, even digital, and more poignantly so, when it looks like I was documenting some kind of space of ruination in frame.