Global Wandering

As a child I collected postage stamps. They sit in a binder on my bookshelf. As a teenager I collected beer cans. The collection lies decaying somewhere in the Rumpke landfill. As an adult I collect domain names. They sit, unused for the most part, in cyberspace. I don’t register the names hoping to resell them and make a few bucks. I’m not a cybersquatter. Collecting domain names is a way to dream. The names represent business endeavors not yet realized, charity projects still incubating and nonsensical web addresses that seemed to make sense at the time I registered them.

Occasionally, I let the names expire, releasing them back into the Internet wilderness. For the most part, though, I dutifully renew the names each year and await the day when I’ll launch the sites and fulfill some dreams.