THIS ARCHIVE IS NOW DEFUNCT.(Wah-waaaaaah, long post incoming!)
Hey everyone, it's a bittersweet night. I am unplugging officially, and I will not be returning. The contact page has been removed and leads to a dead link, so no questions/messages either. I have made it impossible to reach me, and I promise this is a good thing. please don't waste your time.
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What's going to happen to this website?
The blog posts are deleted, save for the few that probably slipped through the cracks, and of course, this one, which will remain for the sake of people going "where the hell did she go?" As for the site and archive itself, most likely, it'll wither away in the next few years (as I don't know, my manager destroys the work computer half of this is secretly hosted on (sorry jeremy) or we move on to holograms or something?) and the cycle will be overwith. I don't really care. This entire site is virtually taped together and it will show as maintenance stops. Suprise- I am not a tech girl, and I really only got into this from some sort of neccessity, which makes you do weird things.
Yeah, I'm getting personal, but who even cares at this point? Does anyone even read these posts? I never figured out how to enable comments or page views, so aside from like, the spare emails I get now and then... I could just be writing into nothing. My past year of pouring my everything into these bars of code, years prior existing as the final piece of a long winded collage of generationl hurt and horror, and a century or more of history just collecting virtual dust and multitudes of violet girls dissolving into paper forever, again and again and again, for no audience at all. I should have been more open. Maybe I should have done this a long time ago. But if none of this ever happened to me, maybe I wouldn't have ever woken up enough to realize theres more to life than becoming another page on this ugly website. I dont know. I dont care. Is this thing even on? lol
Anyways, I would be spitting on every flowery grave and the future metaphorical archvist/web-keeper/historian/variant (if she chooses to upkeep this) if I didn't take this chance. And as long as I do this right, there won't be a need for a future one, because she won't exist. and maybe, hundreds of miles from this stupid hellhole of a place, you'll pass me on the street and neither one of us will know or recognize the other. I will be a concept, and someone new will be in my place, who is happy, has cut that red string and exists outside of the Violet Archive. someone with no ties to the Coffer line. maybe she will have her own computer. i can dream now, right?
that is all from the archive. all i can ask at this point is you keep JOSETTE alive in some way. Remember the women and whatnot. i dont care. this isn't my job anymore, I have work to do elsewhere.
as always, yours truly.
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