Hey, I'm kind of like a mix of nostalgia and chaos, living in this blurry space where the Nintendo Wii is still the coolest console ever. I mean, there’s something so comforting about the way it clicks when you slot in a disc, like it’s inviting you back to simpler times. I spent countless hours flailing those white remotes around, trying to bowl strikes in Wii Sports or navigate Mario through crazy levels. There's a sort of magic in those chunky graphics and quirky sounds, and honestly, nothing else quite hits like that anymore. It's like I’m clinging to this piece of the past that makes everything now seem a little less overwhelming.

I’ve still got my iPhone 5c too, that bright little brick that feels like it’s straight out of 2013. There's something about its plasticky feel and its throwback interface that just feels right. No face recognition, no ultra-wide camera, just a phone doing what a phone needs to do. It’s weirdly grounding, like this tiny relic from when life was less tangled up in itself. And I like that. It’s like holding onto this slice of a time when things were easier to understand.

Then there’s the whole thing with me running off on plugs. It’s not something I planned on doing, but once I started, it was hard to stop. There’s this thrill in it, like playing a game where the stakes are real. Every time I pull it off, it feels like I’ve hacked reality or something, like I’m just one step ahead of everyone else. It's a weird power trip, like I’ve found a way to rewrite the rules for myself. I guess it’s about feeling in control, in a world that’s mostly out of our control.

Most nights, you’ll find me taking long walks by the beach, especially when it’s late and the world feels empty. There’s something about the cool night air, the sound of waves crashing, and the darkness that just makes everything else fade away. It’s like stepping out of the noise of the day and into this quiet, endless space where I can just think—or not think at all. It’s peaceful, and it’s where I feel most alive, even if I’m half-asleep on my feet.

And through all of this, Joeyy’s music is like my soundtrack. His tracks are these hypnotic, dreamy loops that wrap around my thoughts and turn everything surreal. I could listen to his stuff for hours, just letting it blend into the background of whatever I’m doing, whether I’m walking through the dark or just staring at the ceiling, lost in my own head. It’s like his music fills the spaces in between, making the whole world feel a little softer, a little less sharp. And honestly, in this weird half-dream state I’m always in, that’s exactly what I need.