A human face fractures into bands of light and interference, suspended between presence and distortion. One side dissolves into grayscale shadow, the other erupts in chromatic noise — identity split across frequencies. Horizontal glitches slice through memory like corrupted data, as if the self is buffering in real time. This piece explores digital fragility: how in an age of screens, we exist as signals more than flesh. Beneath the distortion, a gaze still holds. Even in static, something human insists on being seen.