Maybe it's just a quiet place before something new begins.

Still, I hold onto some fragile hope. Maybe I’ll come back someday. Not just to the internet—but to people. To real connections that aren’t filtered or flattened. Maybe there’s still a future where being different doesn’t mean being alone. Maybe the dead internet isn't the end.

I want to ask: have you felt this too? This deepening gap between us and the world we once shared?

In this vast quiet, I try to reach out. Living with ASD, connection has always been complex. I reach across these digital planes hoping for resonance, hoping to find someone who hears me the way I need to be heard. Isolation doesn’t feel new—it’s just heavier now, more artificial.

The comments are lifeless. The randomness that once gave me comfort has been replaced by patterns that only pretend to know me.

No more the illusion, the endless scroll,
I embrace the quiet, reclaim my soul.
For the road taught me this, through its twists and bends,
Sometimes peace is found where the chasing ends.