Today I was randomly reminded about old CRT television sets turned to static AKA war of the ants.

We only had three TV channels when I grew up and I vividly remember turning on a dead channel and just watching and listening to the background noise of the universe and letting myself be hypnotized by it. I remember sitting in a trance-like state for hours but it was probably just a minute or two. Nevertheless it's a good fond memory of mine. A kind of childish gnosis.

Suitably, today the sky above [the port] was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.