The clack of tiles and the click of go stones on a board ring out in the Tiny corner of Hana’s Forge
Hana, are you doing okay?
Actively sobbing“No ROSE I am not. I am going to miss it So Much! I made so many friends there! I had so much fun, I got my Radio Career started there, It was a home. And now its going to just, Disappear! No back up, no wayback machine for the actual site. I get why, I really do. But its like we weren’t there. We were. We existed in that space transient as it is. We were there, it was, Is Real. And I don’t wanna forget it. I don’t wanna lose it! It was inevitable, but was it?! Could we have saved it?”
There’s still time. Maybe not to save it, but you can keep posting, follow everyone to their new platforms. You made that blog to post all your old stuff to! This place is still here. Keep going, till the end.
“Your right. Cohost still exists. Even when it doesn’t I will have a record of my time there. And I can share it with others. We can reminisce. My writing has gotten better because of the site. The encouragement and criticism of the people there. I refuse to let it fade. I’ll keep it alive. Cohost Radio, AAPTS, all the microfics. I will keep them forever, with eggbug, in my heart.”
