Everything has its time, and everything dies.
Too much technology indeed.
.aware is dead and frankly, it has been for quite some time.
I want to keep it as a fond memory instead of turning more and more alien
to something I once cared for, so very deeply. Do not mourn the content,
the internet never forgets. Do not mourn me, I am happy where I
That said, I am not quite as dead as .aware, those who know me will know where to find me.
Anyone else can use an ancient device known as email. As it ever was:
Some day, I might build something new where this ruin once stood, but don't
expect it any time soon and don't expect it to be the same. In the meanwhile ... remember to stay
// rattle out.