In July 2023, I flew to meet my girlfriend for the first time. In her company I felt a sense of belonging that I haven’t felt since I was a boy. Around the time I last remember feeling that way, I sat cross-legged in front of the TV and listened to Carl Sagan describe our consciousness as ‘a way for the Cosmos to know itself’.

Lately I have become increasingly sentimental about the meaningful experiences I have, and subsequently fearful that I won’t be able to remember them as long as I would like to. I'm worried that technology seeping in to every aspect of my life and bombarding me with information faster than I can process it is causing me to forget meaningful experiences I might otherwise have remembered.

Looking back through my twenties, I regret that I left so little in the way of reminders of how it felt to be alive at that moment.

The internet hasn’t felt like an appropriate place to share anything personal for a long time. It feels so intimately intertwined with our real lives that it has succumbed to all the egotistical bollocks that it provided a welcome escape from in its infancy.

Still, I've been inspired by small personal websites lately. Ones that try to at least reclaim the sense of excitement and humanity that characterised the old internet. Reading them has made me feel homesick for the internet I grew up on — one where people just posted things they cared about and were interested in.

This website is, hopefully, something fun to look back on in future and remember.