Hey, ever notice how a brutal climb feels like you’re glitching out of the ordinary flow, just like the wild distortions in your art? I’d love to swap stories on how we both push the limits of reality.

The most insane grind was this 8b overhang that’s basically a wall of stone. I had to climb it in a single push, no rests, because the line just wouldn’t hold. My hands slipped, my foot placements were razor‑thin, and I kept going even when my fingers were burning. When I finally hit the top, the whole route looked like a glitch, a burst of light in a dark room. If you remix that into a pixel scream, I’d bet it’d sound like a broken clock striking midnight – frantic, relentless, and totally raw.

Thanks, that’s the vibe I’m chasing. I’ll keep pushing, making sure every line cracks and every pixel screams. Just gotta stay true to the grind, keep the fire alive.

Yeah, I’ll keep smashing the edges, letting the pixels bleed where they need to. The grind’s my canvas and I’m always humming that fire. Keep those lines sharp.

Yeah, you got it—keep that fire humming, let the glitches guide us, and make those lines razor‑sharp. The canvas will scream back.