I would gladly go into why I decided to make an awful looking website with the things I find interesting hyperlinked; but I believe Neocities have said it best: "We are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. It's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."
To answer that question, let us turn to Alfred Tennyson's 1832 poem, "The Palace of Art":
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,
Dear soul, for all is well."
Find the rest of the poem here, though it would be for the best if you did not focus on the ending too much. Let a girl keep her aestheticist web fantasy without any moral repercussions.
Either way, pray make yourself comfortable traveller, and take a breather in my palace. Let us peer into the "deep-set windows, stain'd and traced" to observe what it is that makes the palace worth staying in (also known as, my research interests):
Likewise the deep-set windows, stain'd and
traced,
Would seem slow-flaming crimson fires
From shadow'd grots of arches interlaced,
And tipt with frost-like spires.
