Everyone has a dream, something that can never be taken from them. What's yours?

I've often felt nostalgic for a time that I was never a part of. To be honest, I've felt that way for many time periods and things that have existed. Take for example, the 60's. "What makes the 60's so special?" Not completely, but for a specific part of the 60's. The cars! The automotive industry leading up to the 60's were all about style and power. The limit to what could be made was the engineer's and designer's imagination! It all changed with the Malaise era. The oil crisis hit and American lawmakers were focused on fuel economy, cleaner air, and safety standards. While these are all of course well and good for the environment, the economy, and the everyday American in terms of road safety, it was a major change in the American automotive history. I wonder what it was like to drive a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado or a 1962 Chevy Bel-Air (I rode in a 50's Bel-Air once)

"Well what does this have to do with Traveler's Respite?" I've always wished I could've experienced the early internet. Before social media became the giant, soul-sucking thing it is and things were more personal. People made websites out of passion and not a means to make a profit. All my thoughts were more solidified when I watched Exploring The Old Internet by Debunk File and The Web has lost its Soul By Shadok. Obviously the old internet was not all sunshine and rainbows. There were clear issues with a lack of needed censorship and major security issues, but compared to the lack of any possibility of privacy and laughable censorship in this current day and age, I'd take the old internet anyday. That's why I hope to one day feel like I've "completed" my own website. One day, I will no longer be on this Earth and I hope this could be something that the people who knew me can look at and remember who I am.

I'm really not looking forward to learning CSS so that this can be more than just a link with rambling text, but I have to learn somehow and I don't want to use a template as that would defeat the purpose of building this.

What is the point? The sun and moon both shine and loom over the good and evil. Dread is the same to all who encounter it. For some, it envelops, consumes, overwhelms. For others, it is rare, but is escaped, or even used to temper one's self. What is happiness, if not a fleeting moment of excitement? Just a small boost of chemicals in the brain. Synapses in the minds of people who are asleep, who are awake, and who are trapped in both states. I don't want happiness. I want contentment. When someone asks "how are you doing?" and I say I'm okay, or I'm fine, am I really? It feels like yesterday my grandpa died. Time has been moving but I still feel like it's February 14th, 2024. I miss you Cookie. I hope I can make something for you soon. Something worthy of your memory, that can live on for you.