THANK YOU.

So... this marks my 33rd article this year, which still sounds fucking insane to me.

I started the year trying to publish one a week, and for a while, I actually did. From January to September, I kept that going, always finding something I wanted to share. It wasn’t sustainable, and by the end I was burning out hard. So I’ve been slowing down, even switched to a bi-weekly pace, and it’s helped more than I can say.

Here and online, I’ve met so many incredible people online this year, readers, fellow writers, artists, and just people who care about the same stuff that I do. It’s hard to overstate how much that means to me. Every message, DM, guestbook message, has really kept me going.

This year I’ve written about everything that’s kept that little ‘ol brain of mine going, from building your own site from scratch, missing the comfort of TV blocks, and defending people who just want to exist and make a living, and a hundred other things in between.

If you’ve read even one of my articles this year, thank you. Thank you so damn much. You’ve helped make this strange, quiet year one of the most meaningful of my life.

I think what keeps me here, is that I just love the web. Not the web as it exists in the chaos of social media, but the one we build ourselves, made of hand-coded pages that don’t need to be perfect to be beautiful.

There’s something so cool in making a page that only a few people will ever see, and caring about fonts and colours and links that lead somewhere that feels alive. Every site like that feels like proof that we were here and that we gave a damn. That’s what I’ve fallen in love with all over again this year, that freedom to just make things, and to find people who see it and go, yeah, I feel that too.

The internet has changed so much, but it still gives us this rare space to share the things we love without permission. And if I’ve done even a small part in keeping that spirit going, then that’s enough for me.

 More than anything, I just want to say thank you, again. You have no idea how much that means to me. Writing on the web can feel like shouting into a void sometimes, but then someone replies, or tags me in a post, or says it made them think differently about something, and it reminds me why I do this.

To the friends I’ve made this year, thank you for being the kind of people who care, create, and reach out. Talking with you all and sharing thoughts about things, it’s made everything feel less dire. You’ve made this year better for me, in every way.

And to the people who’ve been quietly reading, and never say anything but keep coming back, I see you too. You’re a part of this world I’ve built. You’re why I keep building it.

Writing has become the way I understand the world, and myself too. It’s how I slow things down enough to see what’s actually going on. Some of these pieces started as frustration, some as wonder, some as me just trying to figure out why I care so much about something... but together they’ve become a record of what I’ve lived and learned this year.

Every time I sit down to write, it’s me pouring my soul onto ink; and I think that’s what I’ve always wanted. To make something real, something that might stick in someone’s mind the way others’ work has stuck in mine.

So I’ll keep doing this. I’ll keep making, writing, and being sincere. Not because it’s easy, but because it feels right.

To all of you, may you have a most wonderful 2026 ahead of y’all. I’m going to a few weeks off to enjoy myself, and I shall be back, doing this.

Because I fucking love it so much.