so i made a website
i don't really know why i'm doing this. i think i wanted somewhere that was just mine — not an algorithm deciding who sees it, not a character limit, not someone else's format telling me how to exist online.
so here it is. a website. with a blog and everything. very professional. very put together. ( lies )
i've been thinking a lot about the early internet lately. the webrings and the guestbooks and the pages that were just someone's obsessions arranged badly in html. there was something honest about that.
things i want to put on this site eventually:
current obsessions report
okay so it is sunday and i am sitting in bed with my third coffee and i need to document the things currently living rent-free in my brain.
i think the common thread in all of it is just — things made with care. things that took longer than they needed to because someone wanted them to be right.
this website is that. it takes so much longer than just using a template. but every pixel is mine and that matters to me.
on making things badly
i have been building this site for a few weeks now and i want to talk about what it feels like to make something that you don't know how to make.
it feels like ( look at this word ) → terrifying. and then, slowly, also like the most alive i've felt in a while.
every time i figure something out i feel like i've broken a small law of the universe. like i wasn't supposed to know how to do that but now i do and no one can take it back.
( someone told me this and i'm trying to believe it )
anyway. the site is getting more real every day. and so am i, weirdly.
notes from readers
like leaving a little note on someone's desk ✦