i woke up at 2pm and went straight to the computer. _(:3」∠)_ there is something weirdly honest about that. the internet used to feel like this, a place you woke up into and explored without knowing what would show up.

i spent two hours in a rabbit hole of old geocities pages and kept thinking about how people back then just... made things. no worrying if it looked polished, no engagement metrics, no algorithm to please. (¬_¬)

seigfried by frank ocean is one of those songs you play when you do not have the words for what you are feeling. it is on blonde, an album that feels like a memory you are not sure belongs to you.

the song is about not wanting to become what people expect from you. about choosing the ocean over being somebody's idol. sometimes you look at your own life and think this is not mine. _(:3」∠)_

there is a part where he almost whispers, and you can feel the weight of every pause. it is not easy melancholy. it is the specific kind that belongs to people who think too much at night. (._.)

honestly, this site happened because of a very powerful combo: insomnia and having absolutely nothing better to do at 3am. (¬_¬)

i started poking at html just to pass the time, then suddenly i had tabs open, old web graphics everywhere, and a tiny corner of the internet that felt like mine. _(:3」∠)_