Do you remember when people wrote on the internet like no one was watching? Writing that was not necessarily destined for another set of eyes, hanging in space? Did you ever follow people who kept personal websites that were not professional websites? Did you ever fall deeply in esteem or solidarity or even something crush-ridden and irritating for somebody through their writing about their life?
Sometimes I want to revisit those spaces and they're not like books. Some are locked or I can't trace them. But to have found them and read them and had the chance to be moved by them — I was so lucky.