Remember when consumer electronics used to look like this?
Yesterday I was walking the dog and this slitscan monstrosity of broken dreamscape was sitting on the curb. You’ve seen this before, you probably had one ten years ago. You’d turn it on and the thing would light up like it was controlling air traffic at JFK. And then you’d turn it off and it would start bumping out silent patterns of light and magic like a disco time machine in a color palette that could only be described as post-Soviet exuberant.
Thing is, I need a tape player. (It’s for a bit. Okay, I have a tape of my high school garage band I’m dying to listen to and self-flagellate over.)
But of course, it was a no-go. The tape servos cease to be. But the lightscapade keeps on going, as bright as it will long after our culture is dead and buried and future civilizations unearth it and make certain assumptions about the mechanics of our reproductive organs.
