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A One-Way Scream

1•3•2026

Is there anybody out there? That is my question. What I have notices in my time on this fantastical site, Neocities, is that is I can't tell whether I'm invisible or if people are just looking right through me. That is to say, are my articles getting out? I don't know, and it kind of bugs me. At this moment, I don't have the means or the know-how to create a system that would index such a thing. At the time of writing, I have 22,849 total page views. That's a lot, quite a lot, but let's dig a little deeper. How many of those people are from the before-times? How many just clicked on the front page? How many did more than just thumb through a couples lines of an article? Again, I don't know whether or not I'm shouting a one-way scream into the void of the internet. It's an odd dilemma to have, but I don't imagine it's unique. I reckon that the publishers of fanzines sometimes wonder if people actually pick up and read their masterworks. I am the modern newspaper, novel, magazine, etcetera publisher. Anyhow, that's about all for this article. Happy new years everyone. I spent my new years night getting sloppy drunk off malt liquor, smoking nine cigarettes, and having my body ravished by influenza. I think I was vomiting onto the side of a toilet when the ball dropped. And remember, my contact email is right below. Goodbye.

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