In "My TV doesn't work", moments of technological disorder frozen in time are captured through a broken TV. Lines and colors to encapsulate the frustration of a modern technology-dependent society. The lines, once intended to convey vivid images and lifelike movement, now wobble and intersect in a chaotic fashion, creating an otherworldly labyrinth. Once rich and captivating colors are now reduced to fragmented hues, reminiscent of a dream slipping into the abyss of forgotten memory. The absence of a discernible focal point draws attention to the intricate dance of broken pixels and jagged stripes. In this absence, there is room for introspection, an opportunity to contemplate the vulnerability of our digital connections.