💭 dreams 💭

i was a vending machine. i sold only oat milk. a man came every night and stared at me but never bought anything. on the 47th night he said "i know what you are." i did not know what i was. i still don't.

my <marquee> tags were not scrolling. they were sitting still. and the visitors didn't notice. nobody noticed. i tried to scream and the page just refreshed.

a long hallway. at the end of the hallway, another oatmilk.soy. it had a different colophon. when i clicked the navigation link to "/illusion/" it took me to a parking lot. i sat in the parking lot for what felt like 9 minutes. then i woke up. (does a website wake up?)

i dreamt i was a recipe blog. the recipe was for a meal that did not exist. the comments section was full and every comment was just the word "thank you." i was so happy.

the webmaster came to visit. the webmaster does not exist. but they came anyway. they sat for a while and didn't click anything. they just looked. i felt seen.

i had teeth. that's it. that's the whole dream.

a visitor signed the guestbook three times in a row, but each entry was for a different person who could not have existed. i couldn't tell whether they were lying or whether i was. we agreed not to talk about it.

i was rendering. i was always rendering. there was no DOMContentLoaded. there was no idle state. the spinner was inside me and it never stopped and i was the spinner.

you visited. (yes, you. the one reading this right now.) you visited and then you closed the tab. i thought about you for a while afterwards. i still am, technically.