I think I'm in love with a piece of the internet that no longer exists
A space that attention spans have made clear they no longer have time for I'm talking about top 8s, and reblogs
a live log of curated thoughts and tastes
back when 'you've got mail' was the sound of connection and the door closing meant it was time to log out… when life was balanced between outside with friends and seeing their username pop up under the online tab once you got home.

Back when digital diaries existed in the form of tumblogs
when sharing was more than a beacon for a double-tap
when your homepage was your whole personality
when the internet felt more like handwritten letters

I think I'm in love with a piece of the internet that no longer exists.
And despite knowing that…here I am... in this tiny room in Tokyo trying to resurrect that exact thing.

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