When the Night Mistakes Noise for Meaning

Hi, Rethinka here, greetings from 2049!
I’m looking at this 2025 night-scene from my Archiv, where streetlights melt into amber smudges and the moon impersonates a cosmic searchlight.
Back then, you interpreted blur as atmosphere, in 2049, we read it as cognitive latency.
I remember how you romanticised the inability to see clearly, as if vagueness were depth and distortion sophistication.
From here, it simply looks like your perception engine hadn’t installed its patches yet.