DiaryLand is still going?
members.diaryland.com
members.diaryland.com
https://orangepeeler.diaryland.com/index.html
> Despite the lack of sleep, I ran on adrenalin all day. I wasn't at all tired. I joked with customers. Stretched. Walked the dog in the rain, earphones on, sometimes singing along to music. I wanted to dance. Dance all night in a dark nightclub, the bodies of strangers pressing against me. Dance away all the tension, so much tension I could scream; dance until I am in a sodden, emotionless heap on the floor. Moments of euphoria occurred. I knew exactly the why of things, for now. I no longer felt like a ghost.
poetic
https://medium.com/@maryps/a-conversation-with-andrew-smales...
Is there something in the air?
For me, there are
So many threads of conversation
(online and off, here on hn and elsewhere)
pining for the pre-faang/commoditizing of the internet.
Maybe just in my bubble?
I love this site.Yes yes, I know, it's ironic that I'm writing this on a site run by an organisation that's responsible for financing many of the modern, and worse, websites.
Is it the notion that people identify journals and diaries as repositories for a certain kind of self-reflection? Or the relationship between sadness and nostalgia (the nostalgia being held in the platform)? Or both? I think both.
Interesting website.
"Dairyland" sounds like a lactose-based theme park.
EDIT: the typo in the title has been fixed.
And their name and sign just looked a whole lot more magical than the others.