11/22/2025
Pixel Touge
Midnight slides, cold air, warm adrenaline.
Sometimes I come up here just to remember what it feels like to be in motion, to drift through something without forcing it.
The neon glow, the pixel dust, the night wind rushing past—it’s like the world glitches for a second and gives me a moment that feels unreal but somehow more true than everything else.
If peace had a soundtrack, it would sound like tires whispering through the dark.