Compared to in a conversation or a short social media post, it's much more difficult to form and extrude a personality into a website. There is a lot that can be left folded away and hidden in a collection of social media posts, as compared to a website.
I would like to write more stories. I would also like to talk about video games and books I like. I can see I'm describing a blog.
I would like to talk with my friends and show my friends things they might think are funny or cool, and I would like that process to be semi-public, so other people could enjoy some of them, even if they weren't going to enjoy all of them.
Really, I'd like a social media site. I hope that hunger goes away after a long enough fast.
Making a website is like writing a letter to the world, but I don't really want to write and read letters. I want the world to shove its fingers down my throat and kill me.
Once I figure out what I want to put here, I'll put it here.
The trees are half-formed. They appear to be cloaked in deep shadow, but are in fact translucent to a background of infinite night. Even the deepest black, here, is grainy and defiantly clear to see. You can see sunlight, at a distance, and in the same direction as that light is a deer trail; a break in the unnaturally dense and rigid ghostly trees which form a shell around you here. The path does not speak to you. Whatever waits for you there isn't much of anything. Still, you could FOLLOW THE PATH.