Expected: Neat, perfect bands.
Planned: Clean lanes, precise ladder.
Felt like: A biotech boss.
Reality:
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Bands look like someone spilled water and sadness
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Lanes merged like group chats during exam season
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Ladder looks like it’s dancing salsa
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Results? Unknown. But you discovered accidental modern art.
Professor: “What are we looking at here?”
Me: “Sir… it’s interpretive. Represents cellular chaos.”
It may not be conclusive, but it belongs in a gallery titled:
‘Dreams, Denatured.’