The Channel Never Closed

THE CHANNEL NEVER CLOSED

MAYBE IT WAS just TV.
But maybe it was the first time magic felt real.

A hundred shows,
a thousand jokes,
a million frames of pure chaos and heart—
broadcast straight into our developing nervous systems.

And now?
We carry it.
Like background music that never turned off.
Like animation inked on the soul.

Every weird idea we’ve had.
Every cartoon thought that wouldn't sit still.
Every dream that starts with:
“What if the world was just a little more like…”

That’s the Channel.
Still flickering.

Still in range.

We never lost the signal.
We just became the broadcasters.