Domain
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
Its like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
This domain is of a more personal sort than my main one. This is the fifth reincarnation of my personal site. I maintained my first personal site when I was fifteen but that one has long since been deleted. I need a place to get out some of my thoughts and to house my works. I won’t say that I have the best layout or the best writing or digital art but it’s mine. Perhaps some of you will find that you can relate to me.
I have neglected this site. Guilty as charged. As of July 2008 it has been moved onto its own domain and combined with my personal journal.
Technical
‘madhattersyndro.me’ is hosted by WiredTree. The domain itself is handled through Namecheap.
The graphics were made with the Adobe Photoshop CS. The Japanese character is from the ending credits of Woman in the Dunes.
Current Layout
The Japanese character and ‘end[fin]‘ — well, the character is from but the words are put in a different font — are in the style of the ending credits of Woman in the Dunes. Yes, the ‘Call me Gabrielle.’ is in the style of Moby-Dick, the classic 1851 novel by Herman Melville.
Old Layouts
Newest to oldest.
Layout 5
It’s impossible to maintain, impossible to sustain. You can’t stay like this forever. blissed out. Bugged out. High, but not stoned. I’m in this moment. This second. nowhere else. the work is done. On the highway a few red embers glow on the horizon. I press down on the gas pedal and imagine myself dissolving into the dark, exploding like molecules transmitted through the air, floating forever in silent space — surrounded by potential, never having to slow down, never having to land.
Layout 4
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Layout 3
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Layout 2
I chose the shadows, they did not choose me, I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.
Layout 1
The evening sky itself
becomes something to cherish
when I gaze at it,
seeing in one of the clouds
the smoke from her funeral pyre
