About
Name: Tex
Age: 22
Gender: Female
MBTI: INTJ
Zodiac: Libra
I am a college student studying computer science with a focus in media and artificial intelligence. I currently live in Seoul, South Korea and plan to move to Japan once I graduate from university... eventually......
Likes:
- Cars
- Video Games
- Anime
- Leopard Geckos
- Matcha
Hobbies:
- Working on cars and driving
- Playing Video Games
- Watching Anime
- Coding
- Sleeping
- Film Photography
Motivation and Mission
B1F Junk Shop is a personal project of mine inspired by the aesthetics of the old net (1990~2010). I feel like social media websites these days offer little to no customization, leaving every person's page feeling like the same bland website. I wanted somewhere that I can experiment with styles and store my work and thoughts about life.
When in Japan, I was very intrigued by the different junk shops scattered about Akihabara and I absolutely love the things you can find in there. I love old technology, and there is an endless supply of new and interesting things you can find in these stores. One store that stuck out to me - and is the namesake of this website - is the Hard Off on the back street of Akiba, which features a room filled with junk in blue boxes, stereo and VCR machines lining the back walls, and guitars on the rightmost wall. Lining the walls are posters of the junk shop mascot with "JUNK CORNER", "BUY AND SELL", and "TREASURE HUNT!" written in Japanese in bubbly blue and yellow characters. Things in the blue bins ranged anywhere from old keyboards, wires and connectors, Wii remotes, portable DVD and CD players, camera hardware, monitors, stereos, kitchen utensils, entire computers, and even more. It's a real treasure hunt in there if you can dig through enough.
The internet has been a large part of my life for as long as I can remember. My early memories are filled with sitting in the basement on my family's big CRT monitor computer loaded with Windows XP, playing CD-ROM and flash games until the early hours of the night then sneaking upstairs into my room.
Some of us still hide, whispering in the new dark corners of what we have built. We ruminate about what we didn't know that hurt us, how to start over and create a better world where " reality" would be something in which all those children we aren't or shouldn't be having will revel and explore. We tangle and bond with the mess of wires until they cut us, hoping someone as trapped as we are will taste freedom in what comes out, but most of those dreaming kids are still scattered and alone, unable to bridge our homes in the Wired world with the sensory one. Every once in a while, a few of us find a corner without being followed by those masses who tell us not to touch the rat's nest of connections lest we sever one of the countless, long-dead strands slicing into our ability to live, in the wishful belief that there are still a few thinking people somewhere out there, and send it back in hopes that others will join us in the same way that *we* were liberated.
But no-one answers anymore. Cyberpunk is dead. If you don't believe me, see it for yourself.
Just go outside.
go-outside.txt, Hisui Kohaku
