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They turned off the analogue TV signal recently, signs of progress I guess. I spent far too long on a lazy Sunday morning staring at the static snow on my ancient bedroom TV where pictures used to be, watching formless patterns dance across the screen.
And then when I'm tending my afternoon cup of coffee, I find this odd, melancholic recording of a dance. The picture flickers and distorts, the sound crackles and warps, but in the static, there's a figure still dancing even as she crumbles away.
I'm not sure my daughter will ever really know what static snow is.