Welcome to the 168th insertion of DEMUR®, an analytical series highlighting the intricacies of the artistic world and the minutiae lying within. In this episode, we take the red pill, pulling back the curtain to unveil the oddities of our so-called reality.
As technology advances our ability to document has only heightened. While uncovering the truth behind many of the world’s complex and unsolved mysteries, this permanent memory cache has opened our eyes to the previously unseen. With every solution, it feels as if we stumble upon yet another perplexing idea, leaving us to question the very constructs of our reality.
Luckily, a sub-reddit known as r/Gltich_in_the_Matrix has been documenting this exact spectacle for the last decade. Encouraging users to share their abnormal experiences on a global scale, the forum has amassed 984k ‘Glitchers’, posting over 200 comments per day. Within such lies a series of obscure first person accounts, sharing events that lack any viable clarification. The archive has provided users with a judgement-free out to explain the unexplainable.
By definition, these glitches are characterized as “Eye-witness event(s) that cannot be explained with critical thinking.” In such, lies stories of surreal experiences, alternate lives and shared memories, headlined with titles like “I died last night... But I'm still here.” or perhaps “I’m still shitting my pants over this”. No matter how insane, the community is willing to hear one out, assuming the post adheres to distinct, moderated guidelines.
Exiling any form of intoxication, childhood memories, or dreams, moderators strive to keep the forum as authentic as possible. Any hint of fiction is supposedly removed, but content can certainly fall into a grey area when talking about the supernatural. While many debate if these stories are true or simply posted to engage, they prompt discussion nonetheless, and on occasion have even alerted users of critical medical conditions.
Despite such controversy, with just a scroll, you’ll be sure to glitch a few hours in time, as the rabbithole of interest consumes one’s evening.
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