An old-school phone , the kind we all carried in the early 2000s, glowing bright green and pink, sitting right in the middle of circuit boards and digital vines. “SINCE 1990” and “FOREVER YOUNG” written clear.

It feels like my younger self refusing to fade away.
Even though everything is now faster and smoother, this chunky little phone is still here, still shining, still connected. The circuits have grown around it like new roots, but the old feeling is still alive, that simple joy of receiving a message, that excitement when the screen lit up.

This piece is me saying: technology changes, but the heart inside it doesn’t have to grow old. We can carry our 90s/2000s spirit with us, still young, still hopeful, even when the whole world runs on new code.