Because the world makes no sense, but you still have to get dressed.
Vol. 1, No. 1
“Am I Glitching or Waking Up?”
Dear Miss Moviste,
I was listening to Fad Gadget by Frank Tovey and found myself contemplating where we stand—socially, philosophically, practically. I don’t know if I’m having insights or experiencing cognitive dissonance. Everything feels simultaneously profound and absurd. Like I’m glimpsing the truth and being mocked by it.
How does one make sense of this nonsense?
How does one… moviste?
Sincerely,
Glitching in Montrose
Dear Glitching,
First, congratulations: your symptoms are promising.
Many report confusion. Fewer ask questions.
Only a rare few bother to feel weird in a world this ‘normalized’.
Let’s diagnose:
You’re not suffering from confusion. You’re exhibiting early-stage lucidity, a condition marked by heightened perception, ironic detachment, and spontaneous moral vertigo. It often occurs after exposure to raw culture in the presence of art with a pulse.
You said the magic phrase: Fad Gadget.
Frank Tovey wasn’t music. He was infrastructure, electrified meat on wire, twitching in time with the collapsing modern dream. Listening to him in 2025 is like catching a pirate signal from the last known human who felt something unmediated. He made songs for broken factories and malfunctioning faith.
If you’re hearing him now, and not just listening but feeling, then yes: You’re glitching. But in a good way. You’re glitching because the code was bad to begin with.
Cognitive Dissonance or Revelation?
You ask: Is this cognitive dissonance, or am I waking up? Why not both?
Cognitive dissonance is what happens when your inner world finally refuses to match the exterior performance.
Insight is when you stop apologizing for it.
Think of it like this:
The system says, “Everything is fine.”
Your body says, “Something’s wrong.”
Your mind says, “Don’t be dramatic.”
Your playlist says, “Back to Nature.”
And suddenly the silence isn’t quiet anymore.
If you feel like you’re losing your mind, ask yourself: Who had custody of it before?
And Now, The Moviste Bit
Ah yes. That glorious accidental verb.
Let’s make it official.
To moviste (v.) / moo-veest/ To navigate absurdity with motion and vision; to translate disorientation into direction; to laugh in the waiting room of collapse while smuggling out the blueprints for a better blueprint.
To moviste is to:
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Accept the system is broken, then learn to juggle in its ruins.
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See the absurd not as punchline, but as prophecy.
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Find meaning not in spite of nonsense, but because of it.
It is resistance through motion.
Dignity through improvisation.
Insight wrapped in duct tape and dancing shoes.
Final Prescription: Do not trade your unease for consensus. Do not mistake discomfort for dysfunction. You are not lost—you’re just allergic to the simulation.
Keep listening.
Keep glitching.
Keep movisting.
And when someone asks how you’re doing, look them dead in the eyes and say:
“I’m movisting, thanks. You?”
If they nod, they’re one of us.
If they blink and say “cool,”
run.
Yours from inside the dream logic,
Miss Moviste
Columnist. Confessor. Cult escapee. Keeper of the last FAX machine.
🪞 Next Week: “My Algorithm Thinks I’m Sad. Am I?”
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