What's to say? This is my first entry. I've been struggling back and forth between a small system of websites, looking for the final resting place of my domain. The website prior to this one was crafted to create a space online to escape into with my creations and occupations. Creative industry calling. I held onto that site for several years before expiring it. I was using a proprietry hosting platform but didn't agree with the conditions of never truly owning your website, nor being able to access the source code or become truly autonomous. Now, here, my website is a personal collection of HTML files. every line of code is hand-forged by my desire to curate. As it should be!
I finally arrived on neocities as a host due to my longing for the old web. Everyone using this particular platform will agree with the superiority of the early internet wastelands that paid tribute to human ingenuity and technological.... retardation..... to put it affectionately. I have a strong desire to boot up the old abandonware of our times. I'm no computer scientist, I'm just someone with a speculative design background and penchant for cyberspace. what I put my mind to will prevail here. I found, whilst exploring my old website (RIP), that a digital playground such as this is a brilliant place for the artistic mind to shuffle and reorder itself; to gaze into the structure of its own mind palace and forge new rooms, secret passageways, shrines, gardens, superhighways, oceans, cosmic breaths and more. Effectively, I'm logging and mapping out my monkey brain, on the monkey computer. Using an old monkey system - good old HTML on a geocities emulator. Superb. Streamlined. Beautiful. The shackles fall away and I find myself standing at the edge of my own valley of contempt, peering down into it, scoffing at my grand escape.
here I sit, in the corner of a cafe, in (currently) Saudi Arabia, eavesdropping on a chance halloween event taking place at the same time. I took it upon myself to get out of the house and enjoy a little bit of the world around me. This is a really funny thing to say considering I'm muffled by my headphones and have my face buried in a text editor. Nonetheless, I'm at the threshold of my new life. An escape from one continent to the next. In around a month, a third continent will come under my belt - what a good track record for this year. Where am I from? screw you! I'd like to state the importance of understanding how the 21st century renders many young individuals as being from neither here nor there. I believe this is a badge of honour I'm horrified to carry proudly. My intentions, as are those of many, are to enjoy the ghostlike quality of the contemporary real world and it's cyber realms.
what else is important to know? Whatever. Let us find out later. If, dear reader, you stay intrigued to revisit, you will be paid handsomly with the tokens of my brain. written entries, new pages, new looks, ever evolving media, and a warm place to stay when you just want to escape your usual experiences. Thank you.