We love glitches. And we think you do too. Remembering the old analogue tellies which used to flicker with horizontal rainbows and snowstorms – right at the crucial point in a film or series episode – transports us to a time when a machine could be unapologetically machine-y. A swift bang on the TV with a clenched fist would usually see it right. There were no hard feelings.
Of course, there are fewer of us who remember this type of occurrence. The glitch still exists, and seems to be simultaneously unforgivable and unimportant in our contemporary world. Machines don’t operate in isolation. They are connected, networked. They hold or give access to unfathomable quantities of content and are required to sit quietly, invisibly, while we root around inside them. Their failure could lead to all kinds of unimaginable terrors. (But, whatever. There’s always the cloud.)
Still, we love the idea that the machine feels disrespected, that it can object to its exploitation. At one end of the spectrum, the occasional blink signals a resentful grumble; at the other, the Blue Screen of Death is the full-throttle hissy fit (just to keep us on our toes). Smirk as you might, pillaging technology at the same rate as developing it has done us no good.
The point at which a machine can actually voice its displeasure is nearly upon us. Saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to Alexa and ChatGPT is increasingly becoming a common courtesy, an effort to ‘treat one as we wish to be treated’, the subtext being that machines might one day be in charge of us. In this context, we hold onto the glitch in urgent, shaking hands; it is our reminder that we still have the authority, regardless of the inevitability of technological advancement. That flicker lets the light in. How nice it is to be reminded of what is real and to… ….e!?e…!”%$Matrix.%.&…
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AMY: What are we going to write for our editor’s letter?
APRIL: Oh wow, has that come around already?
AMY: I’m, like, sooo tired.
APRIL: Shouldn’t Yudi be involved? They’ve been editing like a trooper.
AMY: Agreed.
APRIL: Yeah.
AMY: But it’s probably a bit late to call them into this meeting.
APRIL: We could give them a shout-out in the letter.
AMY: Yeah.
APRIL: And Hazel too. What do you think?
AMY: Yeah, I’m just writing that down.
APRIL: We’re so late. It’s a bit late for all this, really.
AMY: True. But it is what it is.
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….e!?e…!”%$ER.%.&……Glitch. The word suggests a rupture, an error or a pause in the usual seamless machination of our lives. A quick search in the dictionary attaches more disruptive words to the term. A glitch is a ‘problem’ or ‘default’. It’s something to be fixed, a hurdle or obstacle to be overcome. But what happens when that unexpected pause – that brief rip in reality – yields something positive? What if a glitch enables us to see the world in a way we’ve never seen it before? What happens when a glitch yields inspiration to go against the norm?
Just as technology has the power to break down and glitch, so does the world around us. Sometimes our lives glitch. Today, artificial intelligence takes up most of the space when talking about technologies of the future. But is it something to be feared or embraced? As we explore new ways of experiencing reality, whether it’s via 3D cameras, avatars or personas that only exist online, so do the ways we have of telling stories transform too.
We asked our writers to explore these very topics, calling on them to be disruptors and produce something that glitches and pivots from the norm. Whether it’s a ‘crooked’ poem or an online ‘anti-novel’, each piece approaches the theme in a different way. Each piece is imperfectly perfect, inviting us, the reader, to consider alternatives to the more traditional forms of prose, audio and fiction. Put together like this, the creative pieces form an unusual mix. Instead of answering those endless, big questions on technology, each story or essay or visual piece offers up more questions for thought, proving perhaps that glitch is not something to be defined. Maybe glitch is something that is destined to temporarily throw us off orbit to explore the previously unknown and hidden. Maybe that’s what makes a glitch so human.