Bunkros Identity Lab

This room collects language fragments not fit for publication. Here lie sentences sliced mid-thought, captions abandoned after the first draft, and phrases so potent they resisted deletion. It is an archive of our digital mumbling — chaotic, revealing, stubbornly alive.

Lexical Debris doesn’t pretend to explain itself. It asks only to be read like graffiti: sideways, quickly, maybe in passing. And if something in it stays with you, echoing, unfinished — then the system worked.