a system crash is like a splatter on a white canvas, a glitch is the paint you never asked for but love nonetheless. i keep a stash of 500‑error logs from 2006 and read them like haikus—each comma a typo, each stack trace a beat. clean code is the neat gallery, a 500 is the rebellious graffiti you can’t ignore. so keep splashing, just don’t let the admin think you’re mad.