Where do we look for angels today — in the sky or in the cloud?
Here is a contemporary angel: not a heavenly being, but a figure broken by infinite scrolling, trapped in digital glitches and system errors.
Its shape is distorted, washed out by blue screens of death and pixelated windows.
Can something sacred still exist in a digital world where any program can crash and every window might freeze?
Endless scrolling becomes a metaphor for our lives: searching for meaning, going deeper and deeper, but never reaching the bottom.
Maybe angels now live not above us, but somewhere between lines of code, in broken windows and glitches, helping us when we’re stuck between the lines.
