Welcome to Lucy's Graveyard!

Thank you for haunting this page :)

As you might have guessed, my name is Lucy. I grew up in Russia during the 2000s, and remember the tail end of a different internet than the one we know today. I remember how vibrant, personal, and inherently human it felt. I remember how decentralized it all was. If I wanted to spend the quiet, early hours of my morning reading horror stories about files that could kill you, video that could nauseate you, games that could haunt you - I would visit my favorite horror story forum: 4stor.ru. If I wanted to chat about my favorite game at the time or attempt to write awful blog posts about it (to be fair, I was very young) there was a place to do that too: wormiks.ru. Youtube channels looked unique and different, and the videos on it were full of soul and personality (shout out to those notepad tutorials that got me through my first -albeit unsuccessful- forrays into programming).

Everytime I went online, it felt as if I was diving into something vast and deeply personal. The internet was not only what you made of it as a user, but also what others made of it as creators. No two days were entirelly the same. There was less to do, but somehow it seemed like so much more. It occupied less time, but the time it did occupy was absolutely magical.

I don't remember the exact moment it all changed. I do remember the excitement I felt about joining "adult" and "real" social media websites. First, it was the Russian Facebook clone VKontakte, then it was Facebook, then Instagram, then Twitter, then Snapchat, then Reddit, then Discord, TikTok, etc. It was so exciting to be in the same digital spaces that everyone I knew and cared to see from occupied. Slowly but surely, those early social media experiences were alterend and changed. Updates to site layouts and designs enforced uniformity where there was once personality. Features like algorithmically driven timelines stole engagement with my friends and gave me back engagement with the platform. Ubiquitous advertisements and reccomendations based on my personal data destroyed my trust in the internet, leaving a sense of unease and despair in its place.

I've been hearing whispers recently of a different kind of internet. Not the internet of my childhood, but something that is around right now. I saw some videos about it, engaged with them, and eventually tried it out. I spent about an hour browsing different neocities pages, digging through everyone's links sections, leaving guestbook notes, and saying howdy to people in small niche chatrooms. The joy and wonder I felt when I saw websites with wild color schemes, unoptimized layouts, deeply personal and sometimes vulnerable blogs, little games, gifs, and marquees reminded me of that same internet I remember. If you are reading this, you must have had at least a similar experience to mine.

Welcome to my personal page on this wonderful indie side of the web. It is under construction, as I am trying to awake programming muscles long since atrophied. Please feel free to poke around, say hi, leave a guestbook note, or enjoy and move on to other wonderful things.

- Cat Ipsum -

Rub my belly hiss swipe at owner's legs sniff catnip and act crazy growl at dogs in my sleep sit on the laptop for hiss at vacuum cleaner i like to spend my days sleeping and eating fishes that my human fished for me.

Head nudges eat my own ears. Hey! you there, with the hands why can't i catch that stupid red dot, shed everywhere shed everywhere stretching attack your ankles chase the red dot, hairball run catnip eat the grass sniff, or roll over and sun my belly curl up and sleep on the freshly laundered towels.