i’m lifting branches overhead and watching my step for roots protruding into the path. i’m deep in the overgrown forests of a long-forgotten website; i’ve been untangling ancient sitemaps and standing awestruck on promontories overlooking fields of broken links and spectral 404s
    …in reply to @404boyfriend
    the morose and somber winds blowing over a forgotten or failed side project; the clouded and lightless skies over a landscape meticulously designed and then abandoned. the anxious but certain energy of an empty painted world, stoically awaiting its doom.