Hand-crafted Websites
i love visiting hand-crafted websites which feel like home—a personal space—that shall be visited by a few. even if masses arrive, they seldom feel home. not everyone knows the scent of a homegrown tulsi.
in a world of commercially-build apartments, same windows, same corners, with no life of their own. even the errors are replicated like fractals. people living on such social media apps, add a profile photo, a banner, a banter—in an attempt to make it home.
but one layer of customization on thousand bricks of standardization will not let the art and life breathe. it will look like cemeteries full of endless floors of graves with their distinct epitaphs.
artists, still alive, will pick the shovel, take cement, and soil, and soul—to build a yet another home. and live in neocities and tumblrs. with their beautiful stories, messy handwritings, and imperfect corners.