So here you are. You've found yourself in a deadend corner of the internet as you scraped the decaying wreck looking for something new to feast upon. You've found yourself here in the hovel of a person self-absorbed enough to attempt to build a home in this realm. A person struck with a crippling sense of melancholy. . You may find that appealing still as you chew on these boiled, caged eggs: the texture chalky and rubbery, and lacking in the salt needed to be appetising, you've pursed lips and a ghost of a smile at the thought that it is, at least, a genuine attempt at something. In this deadend corner of the internet there is a soul still, however small it may be. Eventually you may find echoes of the words contained here as it is harvested for raw data and the creative output of unthinking machinery. .

I spend too much time on the internet. Way too much. I'm too enamoured with the feeling of being connected to the web of human consciousness to ever let it go, even if it drains me and burns through the little thread left on my wick. . Sometimes though it does feel like I'm overcompensating for my otherwise boring and uninteresting character. To doxx my identity a little bit, . My only hope following this profession is to make it to a research field rather than be stuck as a code monkey for companies. . I've been unfocussed and inconsistent with my efforts however. I'm a wannabe artist with nothing but the failed attempts that I refuse to show; those attempts too are little, amounting to a handful at most throughout the last few years. I have tried in too many disparate fields and failed all the same. I will continue trying as the alternative in this decaying world is too terrifying to consider. I think I have some time left to make it work. People say I'm young still but I'm distinctly aware that the sands are quickly slipping away in the gaps between my clenched fists.

Stay awhile and listen if you could spare me a moment of your precious time. It's lonely out here, especially knowing that I'm just one person, knowing that I will never be heard. This is me screaming.