I miss opening a website and wondering what sort of person made it.
There might be a picture of their dog, or music you hadn't asked for. Someone had spent a weekend choosing a background that made the writing almost impossible to read. You were visiting their taste, including the bad decisions.
I don't miss everything about the old web. Waiting 4 minutes for a picture was still waiting 4 minutes for a picture.
Now tell someone you're starting a blog. Before they ask what you want to write, they may ask who it's for and what you're selling.
I wanted somewhere to write. Apparently I need a fucking business plan.
A few regular readers look disappointing on a dashboard. Put those same people in a room, listening to what you wrote, and you might be quite pleased.
Then you start changing what you write to make the number bigger.
I miss the feeling that a page could be enough. You read something. You liked it or you didn't. Nobody needed your email address before you left.
So I kept a little website.
You're in it.