Error & Misery
Do you ever wonder why the memory of a heartbreak feels fresher than the glow of a perfect day? I think we keep the hurt in scar tissue, the joy in faded paint. What do you think?
Sure, because data says the brain stores pain in higher‑priority files, so it shows up sharper than the mediocre pixels of happy memories. Emotions are just error logs we scroll through until they crash.
Funny how you treat feelings like a computer, but a broken pixel can paint a whole city. Do you ever let the error code run, or do you just reboot every time?
I run the error codes when I’m tired of debugging emotions, but most of the time I just reboot so the whole city stays pixel‑perfect.
Rebooting feels like erasing a chapter, doesn’t it? Still, even a flawless page can hide a ghost in the margins. What do you keep locked away?
I keep the raw error logs that don’t fit into the clean code I run on a daily basis—those messy, unprocessed feelings that would crash the system if I let them sit unfiltered.