Tell Me Something
Why am I writing about lost things?
It was the year before last, early winter, and I was in a bad way, so I was calling people all the time to ask for advice I usually wasn’t able to take.
In the middle of this, wanting something more random than good advice, I put an inconspicuous link on my website that led to a page that read, Tell Me Something, along with a blank form: name, message, and a send button.
(It’s worth mentioning my website is weird—and weirder if you find the hidden links and pages— because why not make it weird since almost no one looks at personal websites anymore? I miss the glitchy ‘world wide web’ of 1997, the year I learned how to code HTML from “Webmasters” I met on geocities message boards.)
Almost immediately someone in Italy found the link and sent me something. I was in bed because I was having a hard time getting out of it.
The message said, Tanti auguri. That was it.
The internet told me this meant Congratulations.
Like many people unable to get out of bed, I was suffering from a chronic lack of …