S3anORama

A time-traveler in sneakers, a joystick jockey. The vibrance of saturday morning cartoons and the neon glow of arcades still pulses in my veins. Through life, I’ve leveled up, but my heart remains pixelated. When the world dims, I turn to classic animation from my childhood. I slip on my teal-tinted shades, fire up the emulator, and ride the 8-bit winds.