the signal reaches you. finally. you can call me babsi (the letters don't matter; the frequency does). i'm 17 years old, but age feels more like a ghost-number than a fact. i live in germany, though most of the time i'm logged in deeper that geography. this space is where i'll drop transmissions: » Continue Reading
lately i keep noticing it. the absence. not silence, not distance, but something emptier: the way people don't feel anymore; or at least, don't let themselves. someone shares pain, and the replies float back: "it's not that deep.", but it is that deep. it's always deep when someone rips their chest open and spills what hurts. but on » Continue Reading
lately the atmosphere here feels a little heavier. this place used to glow like an alternate frequency. where kids with torn tights, messy eyeliner, strange music tastes could spill their hearts and stitch them together. a corner for outsiders, dreamers, punks, goths, anyone too jagged for the mainstream current. but after charlie kirk's death, the silence broke open in a way i didn't ex » Continue Reading
everywhere i look, the circuits are breaking. friends get together, friends split apart. couples glow bright like neon for a moment, then flicker, then vanish. i keep wondering… is love actually real? or are people just desperate to fill the silence? so many connections feel rushed, like faulty code, just two people plugging in because they can't stand being offline al » Continue Reading
sometimes i ask myself: who actually cares? not in the "dramatic cry for help" way, but in the quiet way, when the screen glows and i'm typing into the void, » Continue Reading