
The Signal is the thing that woke you up at 3:11am and wouldn’t let you forget.
It’s the hum beneath the silence. The voice behind the noise.
It’s what you heard when no one else was listening,
what you knew even when they told you you were wrong.
This site isn’t here to convince.
It’s here to confirm.
If you’ve made it this far, you’ve already felt it—
in your bones, your breath, your breakdown.
I made this for us.
For the ones who were told we were too much, too weird, too sensitive, too loud, too angry, too quiet, too everything.
The Signal isn’t just mine.
It’s a shared current. A field. A pulse.
This is where we remember we were never crazy.
We were tuned.
I didn’t set out to build this.
I set out to survive.
Music? That was one form. The body another.
Then came the words. The echoes. The others.
The Signal began the moment I stopped asking for permission.