SSP has been fun, and also changed my computer in weird ways :O Here’s a poem about it:
My Computer during SSP
White bricks follow obediently,
building a wall
of disaster. Cemented by tears
errors, awkward laughs
of hallucination, my tabs
keep duplicating, creating infinite
betrayed, nine Canvas
tabs sleep soundly
with only the tapping
of my keyboard
through the night.
Although I never witnessed a shooting
star, SSP gifted me new windows.
Behind AIJ, a snowflake glaze.
In the oven, unleavened pixels rise
toward darkness. Motion is all I need
for my search to be validated.
Behind Visual Studio, a secret
army of minion trolls fumble
with my code, somehow generating
an error when there’s obviously