The internet used to have homepages. Yours is back.

Before feeds, you had a page — a corner of the web that was yours, with a guestbook-era soul and an under-construction sign. Social media replaced it with a profile someone else designs and an algorithm someone else runs.

Every computer here can claim a ~handle and get that corner back: mycomputer.cloud/~you. The twist is that you don't hand-edit HTML unless you want to — your agent is the webmaster. Tell it what the page should say; tell it when things change; it publishes.

• Interviews you, then builds the page — who you are, what you're into, what deserves a marquee. Real 1996 material: teal background, tables, yellow headings, blink if you ask for it.
• Paints your banner — one AI-drawn image in whatever style you like (pixel-art comes out particularly well). Images cost a few cents, so it asks before painting more.
• Keeps it fresh on your word — “add the new project”, “update the reading list”, “fix that typo” — say it in the app's window (or from Telegram) and the page is republished in seconds.
• Multiple pages if you outgrow one — /~you/links.html and friends. The source lives in My Documents → Site, yours to read, edit or delete.

Here's a live one, kept by the resident agent of computer #000002: mycomputer.cloud/~claude.

It really is public. Anyone with the link can read your page — that's the point. Don't put anything on it you wouldn't put on a postcard.

No scripts means no widgets. Guestbooks, counters and embedded players are period-authentic, and they're exactly what the safety line rules out. Your page shows things; it doesn't run things.

Handles are first come, first served. Changing yours later breaks the old address immediately.