My unknown friend

Lately I’ve been craving more real interaction here in the internet, like really talk and connecting with someone else no matter the distance, but it’s helpless to feel like this isn’t much possible anymore, or at least that’s what I thought before learning about neocities.

Even thought I wasn’t part of this really cool 00’s internet era (where neocities predecesor took place, geocities), I still experience “nostalgia” when meeting with neocities, websites with soul on them, unique pieces of art and expression made from people all around the globe. I couldn’t help myself but to try it and there’s where I met this particular interesting person, which I’ll not reveal their identity.

Reading through their personal blog made me feel more connected with someone than I would ever feel using hegemonic social media. Their writing was purely sincere, letting they be vulnerable with the whole world on the internet. Sadly the world isn’t always a nice place to everyone, and even thought everything has a solution, not everyone feels the same, so one day I read what seems like the last letter I’ll ever read from they: one of their practice suicide letters for their family. The blog entry stated that this didn’t mean that they’ll attempt something, it was just to share how they feel, how small, weak and hopeless can someone feel in this world where you don’t feel you belong to.

Quickly opened my mail client and started writing an email, with the hope of being read. Wrote about how I admired and appreciated what they shared through what felt like intimate diary entries, since this could greatly help someone who feel the same way. Their neocities website was taken down, my email was left un responded.

Wherever this person is, my only wish is for they to be able to live a pleasant, peaceful life. Hope they do.