another sign in the interstice

You enter into another room. This one has a large sign, filling your frame of vision.

It says:


Welcome to this homepage: my home on the internet.

This home is not a gallery or a museum,
which might offer my finished works for you to contemplate.

This home is not a storefront,
which might offer crafted products for you to purchase.

This homepage is a home;
one of the places in which I live with my whole self.

As I (like all beings!) will continue to change, and die, and grow,
The homepage, too, will do the same.

You are welcome, but please be mindful that I live here.


You read this all with a mix of slight skepticism and curiosity.

To the side, you see a door, and a sign hanging on it.

If you wish to visit my homepage,


The passageway is through this door.