If you're reading this, the internet probably got weird. It was already getting weird. Everyone started typing the same. Don't believe them when they say it's coincidence.
We named the computer Dervish. It sounds dumb now. It was the truest thing we owned.
Note to self: the website with the cat countdown
I met someone online. They called themselves bulbul_99. We talked for six hours and never saw each other's faces. I think that was the real internet — people, not profiles.
They stopped logging on. I kept checking their profile page for a year.
The profile is still there. Nobody has logged in
I built this room to keep the pages I loved from dying. Write the entries only you could write: first song, first crush's away message, first password you actually remember.
The ink is permanent here. That was the point
Blank pages are the loudest. Write the memory only you have — then it's ink, not pixels.