Well, it's not a feeling I can easily express. It feels like Spring. And the Winter, on Twitter – there's a feeling of loss, but also clarity. The trees laid bare, the bright snow on the ground. It's space for less, before something new.
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Well, it's not a feeling I can easily express. It feels like Spring. And the Winter, on Twitter – there's a feeling of loss, but also clarity. The trees laid bare, the bright snow on the ground. It's space for less, before something new. 20 comments
The constant is us: the communities we nurture, the culture we create. The space we cherish is just a vessel for those. It hasn't always been an easy ride, but I'm delighted that this place has been one of those cherished spaces, and proud of the role I played. ❤️🪺 @blaine I call your era "The o_O era." Thank you for your work — it defined my 20s, and helped me find my own kind in a new, unfamiliar, and otherwised cloistered city (Pittsburgh). Glad to see that the spirit of this early era lives on here, at Masto. @blaine so many feels from this thread just as someone who was a _user_ for 15 years. Thank you for writing it 🙏 @blaine this is such a beautiful testament to what could have been — and what will be. I want to think society has learned a lesson from the corruption of capital and the harms of ad-driven design. Even if only a few of us learned, I’ll cherish that found community. @blaine Will it help you get emotional distance from Twitter if I blame you for wrecking IRC? If not just ignore me. 😂 Either way thanks for fixing it! |
A former job was at another Great Empire of Culture, from a previous century. I realized there that technology has more in common with the past than we admit. It, too, is a fashion industry. Styles and fame come and go, inevitably.