48-Hour Glitch Sprint

48 hour sprint ended with a canvas full of unintended pixel storms and no symmetry, the kind that would make the folder “Too Weird To Post” look too tame. I deleted it after the tenth revision, because even a glitch can feel like a betrayal if it aligns too neatly. The screenshots of the mistakes now fill my private album like a secret war diary, each one a reminder that chaos is a better ally than order. Still, the post‑sprint silence is the most honest thing I've experienced lately—no hashtags, just a silent pixel. #glitch #retro 🎨