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This place is dead.
Not yet. There's always potential, right up until the final 404 not found, and even after. And I can only speak for myself, but no, it's not a-okay. The thing is, holding our collective breath waiting for an axe that may not fall won't help anything. And if it does turn out to be the end, well, we all handle grief and loss in our own ways.
So we have our stupid closing sales, because it's a way to remember the shit that made us laugh and smile and stuck in our heads for whatever reason. Cause yeah, there were the epic debates, but there was also a lot of kidding around and kinda sorta being friends in a weird sort of way. It's still part of who we were and are.
If I could go back and change the way I handled some things, sure, I might. Get more involved in some discussions, start more fights, but then I probably wouldn't have been Mazarine. And I did, and do, like being Mazarine, splashing in the shallows of Barbelith while reading the deeper threads and thinking about them. I just feel like now's not the time to start reforming myself- I liked who I was here, and by and large, I liked who other people were here. So I'm just going to keep on being Mazarine tomorrow and the day after until there's no place left to be Mazarine. Maybe that'll happen, maybe it won't. But this is the place I loved, though it's changed and shifted over the past four, five years, however long it's been.
The uncertainty is uncomfortable, and the worst case scenario is deeply troubling. We'll see what happens tomorrow. |
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