Remember when hard drives were slow, messy—files scattered like confetti? You’d run defrag, watch that cursor bounce around, piecing everything back together.

That’s the whole song. No big story. Just me sitting there, staring at the screen, humming along to the rhythm of it. The way the blocks slid, the little ticks—turned into a melody.

Not about fixing me. Not about anything deep. Just nostalgia for when tech was dumb and honest.

A throwback to when we could actually see shit going wrong—slowly, quietly—and fix it. Click, wait, done.