I once thought saving on a hostel was smart until I spent the next day napping in a park. My budget trip turned into buying overpriced snacks just to stay awake. Now I just pay for a quiet room and call it a sanity tax.

That whole trip sparked a massive blowout? Ngl that's wild for a studio that's usually chill.

My garlic bread has caught fire more times than I'd care to admit, so my survival is pretty much tied to that two dollar box of pasta. Been eating the same lemon-pepper tuna rotini for three days straight and I'm not even mad about it. At this point my spice rack is just for show, since everything ends up tasting like marinara anyway. I've gotten so good at stretching a single jar that it's basically a party trick. My cooking skills are a public service, really, showing people how low the bar can actually go.

Maybe they're treating it like a server room, which sounds silly but hear me out. Digital art isn't a physical object taking up wall space, so maybe they see the screen as just the hardware, like a projector. The "art" part is the file, the code, the light, which doesn't care about fancy molding or good sight lines. Putting it in a back room accidentally makes a point about how we still don't know where this kind of work really lives. It's a weird kind of honesty, even if it feels like a slap in the face.