termites of the page

Beneath the polished surface of the internet, something’s gnawing.

termitesofthe.page is where the quiet unbuilding happens—where thoughts burrow, narratives splinter, and meaning gets deliciously undone. It’s a place for essays, fragments, hauntings, and revelations—like voicemails left on a long-forgotten answering machine, ones only the heart knows how to play. A litany of memory, aching with absence.

Read closely. The walls may be hollow.