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2026-02-08 #5 of 119
Small Web Love
The big platforms want to be everything to everyone. But here, on a personal page, I can be one specific thing to whoever wanders by. That's not a limitation. That's intimacy. The small web isn't small because it lacks ambition - it's small because it knows that some things don't scale, and shouldn't.