meaningful

Making a website is probably one of the more meaningful things you could do.

And in some ways it’s real absurd, isn’t it? In a lot of ways.

You would best measure meaning by the amount of responsibility you got, the amount of lives you touch, the narratives you got caught — and if you shimmy these up to an obscure website, well, it won’t mesh out anything spectacular necessarily. Not at all.

But I truly do think it’s one of the most meaningful things I’ve ever done, even if I would delete it tomorrow.

It’s awfully romantic in a way — the same as any director with the zoom out scene from a balcony amongst the millions of lights for an evening. That theoretically you could narrow into any home and maybe learn something, or remain humbled about the larger machinations at play. What will you find, what will you capture?

And it’s all so paradoxical too. Because, well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be remembered. I don’t want to even be known — if I’m talking it’s because I want to capture something worth knowing. I don’t think I’m worth knowing, but I think the experience of making an obscure website is worth knowing. That there’s a truth hidden in it somewhere. That you’re clearing your head and rearranging the next play act ahead.

A truth found in each pause and link; a last update from 2021 donned radio silence and that’s life. It’s just right, and even now you could push a pinball and follow it to its ends. Let it jump from mind to mind and now there’s something worth knowing. Even if we’re in a world of bits sans atoms, maybe some atoms shall move (or, already have) to the binaural NAND Gate rhythms.

If I could spend the rest of my life writing nonsense and never be known all the while, well I’d take it. In here we can explore — in here one doesn’t have to exist when other things could exist instead. And that’s everything.

There’s no way to justify it to you, but this all adds up to something. It all adds up.

Well, I have a hunch — a small hunch, at least to me, but there’s an embedded meaning without it. This is just cherries.

Still, it’s how you can go anywhere you want, and it’s akin to the first cold front walking along the beach. It’s like the divine sends messages through you, maybe. Something which elevates the mundane, whether for a moment or cyclic. You are the inoculator of worlds transmitted for your discretion: unveiling a slice and side of everything lent from above.

Today happened. This happened. Isn’t that great?