It caused me to think about what my intentions are with this old habit. I seem to revisit those days a lot. I remember the fun of making a website, and then slowly relive the meaninglessness of actually running a website nobody visits. I suppose the real treasure is making the damn thing, because each one was always a work of art. Albeit some works were much less "art" than others. But given what can be done if enough obsession is expended, looking back I am amazed at the things I have worked on and simply forgotten. For me it is similar to the experience one might have revisiting ancient ruins. Like... Yeah we could create way better shit now then they ever did... but just the attention to detail, the motivation behind the ruin structure, it's amazing and yet not worth revisiting for repairs. Nobody looks at the pyramids and says "We should plaster that shit back up and make it look great!" We let our ruins sit, rotting away for future revisits.