403 Soma Whenever there’s a hiccup at blather on the back end I always wonder if that’s the end. The white screen, the error message. The panic catches in my throat. I had so many things I wanted to say, I had words, bunches of words, but I couldn’t get them out of my head. I always thought there would be tomorrow. I panic, because Tomorrow came and it It wasn’t the same at all It was a brand new day And i was unprepared 230913 ... raze i know that fear intimately. the blather_white_screen has always filled me with an awful kind of dread. for whatever it might be worth coming from someone who didn't design this place, i aim to do everything i can to make sure it lives at least as long as we do, and hopefully longer than that. when red turned twenty_one, i felt a pressing need to preserve it all. i ended up manually saving every blathe. just in case. i think it took about two months of sporadic work to grab everything. i still save the most recent day's blathes every night before i go to sleep, to keep things up to date. so if anything ever were to happen, everything we've made could be rebuilt just as it was. 230913 ... Soma I see it more often these days. Growing blankness where once were words, like digital dementia. 231022 what's it to you? who go blather from