In the echo of memories, the Amiga microcomputer stands as a haunting reminder of what was once a vibrant connection. It feels like shaking hands with a specter—no one can emerge from that embrace unchanged. As I reflect on the journey of Amiga programming in 2025, I am overwhelmed by a sense of solitude. The joy of coding has faded into a distant whisper, drowned out by the silence of forgotten friendships and lost moments. Each line of code feels heavy, weighted with the sorrow of absence, as if the very pixels on the screen mourn alongside me. In this vast digital landscape, I wander alone, seeking the warmth of camaraderie that has slipped through my fingers. #Amiga #Programming #Loneliness #