My main website, though still standing, is suffering the ravages of time. The platform it’s built upon is vulnerable and outdated. And anyway, it isn’t a main website anymore. This is, and really has been for years. The other is a dusty brochure. And I no longer seem able to muster the requisite interest to design another. To do that, there would need to be a purpose. Otherwise, the result is what it is already: sheer vanity.
Look at me, Ma, I’m a writer. Ma? Did you hear me? I said — Yes, I heard you, Son. Just let me take these cookies out of the oven and then we’ll talk about it.
Good old Ma.
Oh, these are good. Chocolate chip. Oatmeal. Spirit food.
Why not a waterfall where a website once stood? Why not peace and quiet? Why not an enchanted wood? Why not a child, smiling at man?