Yeah, I’ve thought about that a lot. The DNA strand feels like a diary written in tiny, stubborn letters, each pair a secret note that twists around like a heart trying to find its own rhythm. It’s like the tiny dramas inside cells echo the way we teenagers scribble our feelings—messy, hopeful, and always a little too intense for the page. I try to capture that flicker of emotion, even if I keep overthinking the margins.