04-07-2025, 09:13 PM
Every few years I get the urge to retrace my old memories. Visiting websites/forums/you-name-its I used to frequent and love. It's like a virtual trip down the memory lane. A website in place of the park I used to play. A forum in place of the roads I used to traipse. Like everything else in life, though, it's never all fine and dandy. Discovering that many of them are now empty and desolate is a pang of sadness in and of itself. It's like losing a tiny piece of myself to entropy. To void. To time itself.
Yet, knowing all that, it always warms my heart to revisit Save-Point. Seeing that this place is still alive and well after all this time brings a peculiar sense of relief, of reminiscence, and ultimately: of joy. Coming back here feels like coming back to a local café you used to visit all the time in your younger days. The same bartender, the same regulars, only now with more wrinkles, with more streaks of grey adorning their hair.
In a way—in a very roundabout way, this tiny pocket of the internet really is a save point to me. A checkpoint of a little piece of my childhood that—for this very moment—can still outpace oblivion.
Yet, knowing all that, it always warms my heart to revisit Save-Point. Seeing that this place is still alive and well after all this time brings a peculiar sense of relief, of reminiscence, and ultimately: of joy. Coming back here feels like coming back to a local café you used to visit all the time in your younger days. The same bartender, the same regulars, only now with more wrinkles, with more streaks of grey adorning their hair.
In a way—in a very roundabout way, this tiny pocket of the internet really is a save point to me. A checkpoint of a little piece of my childhood that—for this very moment—can still outpace oblivion.