An old chunky computer from the 90s sitting on the table, “90’S KID” sticker right on it, screen full of code.
Next to it is my cup of tea or coffee, and flowers are growing all around , real petals mixing with the digital glow.

The whole room is bright pink and glitchy, but the computer still feels warm.
It reminds me of those early days when technology was new and exciting, when I was just a kid learning how to type and dream at the same time.
Now the flowers are blooming through the glitches, like my old memories refuse to stay in the past. They’re still here, still alive, still part of me.

This piece is about carrying my childhood into this new digital world. Even when everything changes to code and screens, the 90s kid inside me is still sitting there, drinking tea, watching flowers grow through the pixels.