LOOPS by BORJA MOSKV

In a wild corner of the digital universe, where time bends like chewed-up gum under a cosmic sun and sound throws an eternal rave of stroboscopic flashes and basslines rumbling through your DNA—BAM! That’s how Loops bursts onto the scene. My video collection grabs you by the neck like a bouncer at a secret club and plunges you into a psychedelic trance of color, rhythm, and raw, electric energy.

A ticket to the blazing core of my orchestrated chaos, a VIP pass to the rollercoaster of my mind, where rules packed their bags and left ages ago. Shapes move with wild grace, like creatures escaped from an acid-soaked dream, grooving to beats that slam into your chest like a sacred drum in a midnight ritual.

And the audio… holy hell, the audio. It wraps around you like a living wave, a mutant tide that doesn’t crash but sweeps you up—tenderly yet fiercely—into a sensory mosh pit where your soul has no choice but to leap. Ethereal tentacles whisper cryptic melodies at the edge of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Waves roar with poetic fury, as if the ocean itself decided to serenade you with its rage in full stereo. Colors explode across your vision like a fireworks festival launched from a runaway truck at a desert rave.

There’s no pause here, no timid silence—just a stream of frames whispering urgently: “Wake up, compa, you’re in another realm!” This isn’t art you stare at with vacant eyes, like flipping through dead TV channels—no way. This is a visual symphony that howls through your ears like a storm, shakes your guts until the bass hums in your bones, and tunes you into frequencies so wild that even aliens with their crazy antennas couldn’t pick them up. It’s like I tossed my soul into a digital blender, cranked it to ‘turbo,’ and uploaded it to the blockchain for the whole universe to feel.

If you’ve got the guts to dive into this madness, hurl yourself into Foundation like you’re jumping into a rave with no map or compass, and lose yourself in this kaleidoscope of colors until you find the Loop that melts your brain and syncs with your wild soul like a tribal drum in a sacred circle. Some Loops will lock eyes with you and say: “You and me, mate, we’ve got unfinished business.”

Crank up the volume. Let the neighbors bang on the walls. Surrender to this whirlwind of video and sound that laughs in the face of physics and good taste.