This piece borrows its name from the physical process of concrete deterioration—cracking, flaking, breaking apart—but it’s less about the material and more about the psychic residue that decay leaves behind. It’s not tied to any specific place; instead, it studies how the slow erosion of infrastructure begins to wear on memory and perception.
There’s no narrative here. It’s clearly not a documentary, but it feels like something close to evidence—an artifact, or maybe surveillance footage from an abandoned system. I attempted a strange tension between simulation and reality, like a digital memory trying to reconstruct something that was never fully there to begin with.
I didn’t want the sound to be dramatic, but to feel embedded within the image itself—a low nervous hum, intermittent crackle, and analog hiss, persistent like digital tinnitus. I believe the imagery and sound create a space that feels forgotten, hostile, but not necessarily dangerous—a place suspended between usefulness and abandonment.
