23.11.2023
Last night I had the strangest dream. My first website I ever created was still up and going strong. It was a fandom page for a band. Must have been created somewhere in the early 2000s. At the time I wasn't even able to tell the truth from the made up band lore. As such the site was a hot mess.
It was all fun and games. Just some css with oldscool html tables. It was Text and image heavy. I was happy with it, most importanly I was joyfull. About creating, but also about the exposure. I gave everyone I knew the link. After the initial spike I got a steady visiting of 3 people a week. Given two out of them where crawlers, that still summounted to one viewer per week. I was really happy about it. A real person did like what I do.
Fast forward a few years, passing the heights of Lokalisten, Deviantart, Facebook, Reddit and now beeing stuck on Tiktok and Discord, creating has become a crippled third arm of mine. One that I barely ever use. 100 views is rubbish, a million is out of reach. Trapped between expectation and reality, the muses of art only reach out to me when I convince myself that it is just an unimportant sketch.
As such I contemplated about the meaning of life and on what pedestal to put my broken, dusty remains of self respect for my artistic side.
But to this day, I allways woke up from my dreams.
Have a good week,
Morning Reflections