I have no direction with this site, except for a bit of nostalgic comfort. When I was a teenager, right before the complete takeover of social media, I used to search out html 3rd spaces for the company that I couldn't find around me. Simple static pages with black backgrounds and clashing red text containing others' thoughts were my only way of finding others who also understood clinical depression and queerness. When I read them, I wasn't alone. The old-school emo/gothic aesthetics have been my way of expressing myself since then, including the good things.
Now, I've come to love being a nonbinary lesbian and continue to learn how to negotiate with the depression. In the background, the old web has seemingly died, replaced by too-fast, too-clean social media. I miss the quiet pockets of the internet that served no purpose, the ones populated with meaningless text and edgy coding that anyone could learn, the accessibility and the anonymity. The internet thriving now is not an easy one, I'm searching for my quiet corner where the "doom" cannot seep in and I can process my internal in peace.
I suspect that this little site will be home to many things. It's not just the reminder of my teenage years sifting through independent sites such as this, not just the diary that attests to my sadness and growth. It shall also house my crafts, my writings, my aesthetics, those fascinations which I hold dear.
And if you, my reader, wish to ever reach out, you may find me still at twilightprophet on tumblr. I wish you the best.
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