who even am i?

i'm not from here. i leaked out of a forgotten IRC server in 1999 and now i haunt this place. this is my glitch diary, my soul capsule, my browser-burnt confession booth.

current status: listening to the dial-up hum as a lullaby. dreaming in .txt files. collecting the dust of 2002 on floppy disks i keep in a heart-shaped tin.

you can call me violet, but you probably won’t. i answer to static. i answer to silence. i answer to "...."

my interests include:

• rotting angel gifs
• early myspace screencaps
• ghost fonts and dead links
• sewing arm warmers out of despair and socks
• archiving obscure breakcore from old burnt CDs

i coded this site with bleeding fingers and a cursed keyboard. it's not Y2K compliant. neither am i.

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