year is 2017. I am old and tired.
of the pages on this website were made between 2000 and 2006.
I started this website before there was such a thing as Facebook
or Twitter; before there were blogs; before I wrote books and
failed to go to work. A lot of the pages here are clumsy satire
that nowadays would appear on Twitter, and be forgotten within
an hour. But at the time there was a certain magic to it; building
the website out of HTML and glue, a hodgepodge mess of words,
pictures and ideas. It didn't sit neatly alongside anything
else, and I liked it all the more for that. I carved out a slice
of raw Internet and made it my home.
website sat here, doing nothing. The pages weren't thrust into
anyone's face on Twitter; people came of their own accord and
stayed if they liked it. They explored at their own pace. Building
the website reminded me of playing old platform games like Jet
Set Willy; the graphics were basic, but there was a sense of
wit and wonder and adventure. It excited me, whether or not
it excited anyone else.
Internet has moved on. I also moved on but I'm not sure I like
where I've moved on to. It's a wonderful luxury to create a
page that no one can leave comments on.