A composition notebook with a constantly changing pattern. Pixelated notebook paper, drawn by hand. An image of me so pixelated you probably can't tell what it's supposed to be. An adorable and imperious looking small fluffy cat. A wooden backdrop, like a school desk. pixelated face representing sadness A pixelated face representing joy
Alanna's Notebook

The internet feels like a city where I used to live.

It doesn't anymore, although I spend more time there —— here —— than ever.

Now it’s as a ticketed visitor, furtive and overwhelmed, the language I used to speak fluently withering to nothing on my tongue.



Maybe it's not the internet. Maybe it's the words. Or me!