4:: ninth of february, twenty seventeen

i mean, it's really, really dead.

i thought i'd come back for the sense of community.

the need not to be read by thousands of followers

but to share and converse with just a handful of people--

but it's sort of dredges here, now.

prosebox is so much cleaner.

and there's stuff to read. and diversity of people.

there's not much diversity here.

or much of anything.

kind of sad. 

i dunno.

i miss the old days, i guess,

but maybe this chapter is closed, too.