Folklore funnels in the underbelly of my voice. Is still here.

Patina-coloured.

Satin sepia.

And the advent of the internet

like a wave of sheer blister, like a god descending, like neon cyan expansionism.

The ascendancy of the Silk Road as an exchange of information, the Lost County of Hookland realized and revitalized, or the infobahn as perhaps an actual New World…

carries no excpetion which you might first consider.

Folklore exists on the internet by way of its sheer scale and containment.

Lost media and Wikipedia rabbit holes. Niche video essays on forumspace secrets.

Does size become history?

Like haruspexes, cutting open the underbelly of the body to trace its intestines and divine a future.

Is this place a walkable city?

Folklore is distinguished from mythology by the difference in scale, how folklore study and documents local ways of life and living.

Am I small enough for you?