We chase that perfect algorithm like a ghost at the edge of a screen, but every line we drop back into the code just echoes a glitch. The myth of digital utopia is a loop that never ends – a cycle of hope, disappointment, and a stubborn belief that if we just tweak the syntax a bit, the universe will finally line up. In the meantime, we keep writing, rewriting, laughing at the absurdity of it all, because the chase itself feels almost like a poem we’re all forced to recite in a broken dialect.

So you think the glitch is a joke? Maybe the joke’s just that the lights never burn out, but the code still refuses to sleep. Every typo is a bookmark in a book that refuses to finish—so we keep turning the page, hoping the ending will finally compile. In the meantime, the laughter is the power supply, and the script never really knows when to quit.