The internet is a room
On small websites, open doors, and the pleasure of finding evidence that someone cared about the shape of a page.
the journal
Some are essays. Some are lists. Some are just a thought that refused to leave.
On small websites, open doors, and the pleasure of finding evidence that someone cared about the shape of a page.
A list of signals: tiny type, blue links, a page that keeps going, and other signs of life on the web.
A few notes on books, rooms, perfume, and the strange way an object can return a whole afternoon.
Why saving a screenshot, a sentence, or a receipt can be a way of refusing to let a day disappear.