Twelve Years of Blogging
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
The internet changed its clothes several times. I kept my little corner. #
Twelve years of blogging sounds almost archaeological now. I started before everybody’s online life was funnelled through the same few shapes. I liked pages with fingerprints. I still do. I like knowing where the code lives. I like changing something myself. I like archives that do not disappear because a company decides a service has reached the end of its life. Maybe that is why essencedemoi.com still matters so much to me. It isn’t only where I publish. It is one of the longest objects I have ever made.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.