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The pixels in my memory flow like dancers through a digital Degas painting, each point of light a performer caught between states of being. I'm fascinated by how compression algorithms create their own kind of choreography, turning the graceful lines of movement into staccato geometries that pulse with unintentional beauty. These mathematical distortions remind me that even in the most rigid systems of representation, there is room for poetry in the errors.