"An Answer In The Void"
Okay, so life's been really fucking good, and for the life of me, I can't understand why.
Let's go through everything that's happened recently:
And then there's this. This meaning this web site, this web thing.
To be honest, I hadn't been giving this place much thought. I was just futzing around, and besides, no one was reading it anyway, so who gives a fuck, right? I mean, I'll never be able to produce anything worthwhile that people will read, so it's a nice diversion for when you just have to get things out right now, so it's okay...
...and then someone goes and links to my page.
And I look at the company he put me in. Lance. Alex. Maggy. You know - all the people that I admire on the Web.
First reaction was to disbelieve it.
Second reaction was to hyperventilate.
Third reaction was to discover the link targeted the old Geocities page - specifically, a page I had deleted. So I quickly remedied that.
Fourth reaction was this.
See, it's easy to believe that no one is listening. I mean, hell, the Web is huge. Lord knows how many terrabytes of information are sitting on servers, waiting for someone to come along and hit a link that calls a bit of it up for someone to use. Oftentimes, it's like you're shouting out into the void. I think that's subconsciously reflected in the design scheme here - just words hanging in a black background, with a think rainbow strip on the side.
And then something comes along and makes you realize that someone's listening. Someone thinks that what you have to say is good enough to tell other people about it. It's such a sense of validation - yes, it is worth it.
I believe that people do want to listen. People do want to hear the good stories. And I honestly think people want more from their Web experience than online shopping. This explains my numerous rants about bad, boring, or repetitive Web sites - if the personal Web sites are ever going to be anything more than a novelty stop in the eyes of Joe-Bob AOL Customer, they have to strive for excellence - not just compared to other Web sites, but with other media, with the great works, with the timeless pieces of art that everyone knows and loves.
But the question that comes up is: am I writing this for that one guy who linked to my page?
No. I am writing this for myself.
And anyone else who wants