Small break

Hello friends. Thought it’d be interesting to add a little bit of code today, as a break from more code waiting.

In fact, this code could probably be used by you, too, if you’re so inclined.

This was prompted by visiting something a long time ago.

It’s because of the YouTube video attached, but there’s a jut of water and a small isle where the breeze makes way. Sometimes you can see manatees at the surface. Seagulls surely trotting around for any spare potato chips: but what’s most likeable about this isle outpost is the vague neverending silence to it. Neverending moment, a title screen to a favorite game, or at least the meadows in Metal Gear Solid.

It hit again today, as a fugue, where you’re walking around in peak sunlight. It hits so randomly too. The feeling of infinite and suspended. It’s probably waiting for you in Thailand.

On the way to college however many years ago and you manage to stop and stare out the middle of nowhere. Fast forward to find an unknown student in a still moment of autumn leaves and cold hands.

Gently dragging one’s fingers along the water: One can wonder when they’ll see their version of post-apocalypse, where only the radio works. Where you can only walk around while Nature consumes it all again.

It’s the same hollowness of a pumpkin patch, surely, where you’d think for a moment if you were that scarecrow then that wouldn’t be so bad. Get to watch the empty chapel upon the hill, deserted town — hard to figure out what to call this feeling, but maybe it’s a feeling of submerging into a place waiting for us all.

Nevertheless, there was a wish to revisit the song associated with these thoughts, and surely it was there, and then one could wonder how many others have clicked upon the song there. So it seems nifty to keep count.

Additionally, it’s be amusing to see some of the older posts on here “revived” upon visit. It’d at least help clean up all of the posts that probably should not be hosted here.

So this site now has a little sort feature to the posts. Top right of the long post list. There’s a val.town scrounged together for persistence. On a page visit, it records the url visited and updates the hits. It also records which was most recently hit.

So now, whoever does click around or perhaps it’s all bots anyway but still, one can see really old posts and make a decision to at least bury them or read them.

After all, if you don’t see where you came from, where will you go next? In other words, it’s wise to pay heed to the past in some capacity.

That’s part of the feeling. A feeling of a waiting screen: there’s nothing left to do in this game, so roam the final save and go to the next.