A website is a series of snippets. In older days there were other websites.

Don't surf the net after hours. There's something destructive in the way the internet has swallowed me. I don't know where to begin. How is this place even remotely compatible with living and breathing? How am I to live when life itself is so fucking limited? Why do I feel completely disposable? How is anything personal and crass meaningful or of any value whatsoever?

I'm never going to be the best at anything. That's haunting.

And then for a moment I might change my mind. I'll feel there's something beautiful in the blind pursuit of meaning. I might not be of importance, but who is, really? If I'm worthless, so is this world.

But then again, I don't know.