As you click through the site, location changes are accompanied by the sound of church bells and creaking doors. A few clicks in and I am taken to the creator’s page of book reviews – a kind of hand-coded Goodreads account. Unlike Goodreads, these reviews do not serve to increase engagement with an Amazon-owned company. They exist on one page, one small room in the back of a monastery, on a site that can only be described as a deeply personal expression of self. These homemade pages transcend the limits of traditional social media, becoming scrapbooks of identity and imagining, where fiction and non-fiction weave together in ecstatic tapestry.