Monday, July 07, 2008
22:01 by FoxTwo ... everything's quiet on the western front.
Not a mouse peeped.
Not a cat leaped.
And the atmosphere feels strained.
It's kinda like a wake. You know, where everyone knows what everyone else is thinking, but nobody's saying anything. To be polite, to attempt to move on.
I logged into Plurk today, after so many weeks of not logging into it. Why? Well many of the regular people disappeared from the usual place. Exactly what I feared. Exactly what I wrote - the harsh action taken will have an effect, and it may not be the one intended. But, I found them all there on Plurk.
Interestingly though, suddenly one of the Plurks became a mini-shoutbox. Everyone congregated there, and everyone talked.
Talked.
Something which should have happened before The Incident.
I still think it's not too late to Talk.
While I doubt things will return to like what it was "in the good old days", Talking will go a long way to help that process.
For now, the place feels like an empty house. Kids have all left home, and I'm just wandering around the empty halls.
It's a lonely feeling.
22:01 by FoxTwo ... everything's quiet on the western front.
Not a mouse peeped.
Not a cat leaped.
And the atmosphere feels strained.
It's kinda like a wake. You know, where everyone knows what everyone else is thinking, but nobody's saying anything. To be polite, to attempt to move on.
I logged into Plurk today, after so many weeks of not logging into it. Why? Well many of the regular people disappeared from the usual place. Exactly what I feared. Exactly what I wrote - the harsh action taken will have an effect, and it may not be the one intended. But, I found them all there on Plurk.
Interestingly though, suddenly one of the Plurks became a mini-shoutbox. Everyone congregated there, and everyone talked.
Talked.
Something which should have happened before The Incident.
I still think it's not too late to Talk.
While I doubt things will return to like what it was "in the good old days", Talking will go a long way to help that process.
For now, the place feels like an empty house. Kids have all left home, and I'm just wandering around the empty halls.
It's a lonely feeling.
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