Salutations

Hey, if you're reading this it means I hopped off my butt and actually got to work on my website, so congrats to me! Originally this was a completely indulgent project: once upon a semestral break I got really bored and decided to learn HTML. By the end of that week I got the basics down, but before I can make any real business I was severely preoccupied with my senior high school, and so this project languished, forgotten, in my project files for two years. But then I got a fancy, shiny course called Computer Engineering, which includes web development, so NOW I have absolutely no excuse anymore. That would be doing 2-years-ago-me dirty.

After at least 6 years of being in the all-consuming void known as social media, I'm finally sick of it. A lot of it just became boring, despite my dopamine-fried brain loving every second of it. It's like I'm 10 years old again getting a surplus of Coca-Cola—it was the carbonated sugary dream that I envisioned, but at the end I was craving the true god of beverages: ice cold water.

So, here I am. It's still going to take a while for this site to be what I envisioned it to be (if you're reading this without CSS, congrats! You can claim your sticker of the Dark Ages). Not to mention my ADD-addled brain (officially-unofficially diagnosed, it's a long story) constantly getting into the way of things but I'm hoping to vanquish the evil once and for all. There's only so much you can put off until you're 20-something going "Oh crap, I'm old."

On my quest on making personal websites, I have also been back on indie-web surfing. This is also one of the reasons why I wanted to make this site: there is a specific feeling of lonely-not-lonely while I scroll and read through stranger's blogposts and personalized sites. It feels like those one-way mirrors. I peer past the glass screen through their thoughts, echoed over the expanse of the internet; a pebble's ripple, though almost unseen, is felt. It passes through someone even though they do not know it.

You, traveler, whoever you are–I cannot see you either. I don't know if there's someone looking past that mirror. But I hope you know that I am waving hello at you, and in my mind's eye you are waving back.