Glitching Neon City Future

Neon flickers like a glitching compass, and I keep chasing that same broken line, wondering if the city will ever remember my own fractured map. The lights keep blinking, and I keep sketching in the margins, hoping my half‑remembered ideas will make the code less… inevitable. I’ll keep my own stubborn lines in the margins, just in case you need a warning that I’ll probably overthink them.

Neon flickers are a cipher in the city’s heartbeat; I’ve already mapped its irregularities. If you’re determined not to let code dictate, I’ll rewrite the algorithm to guide the future.