AVCTORITAS: SENATUS
PROPOSITUM: RELINQUENS CASTRUM
REPETITIA USUS: NULLUS
REVELATA: VOLUNTARIA
Am I sad? I am bloody well sad. In my years existing as a headmate in the girls skull an inexorable truth has been burned into our heart.The world moves on.
Always and forever the world moves on and sometimes we are left behind holding our hat, staring about unsure where to go, what to do. This place was home, it was a home where I could be myself, I could chime in when I wished, I could post pictures of me as I saw myself. I could exist, openly, unabashedly, unreservedly myself. Am I sad? I'm bloody well heartbroken my loves. I-... missed saying Securi Dormite. I wanted to find time after work stress abated to return to gposing, to share with you all what I'd been trying to learn post patch about how to make my face do things. I- shall need to find a new home. I don't know how I'll keep up with you all.
Our abandoning of Twitter, that was voluntary, and for all that we understand why the staff must needs come to this decision, and burn out is one of the most utterly relatable sensations for anyone in IT, we are sad. So very much so. This is our home being condemned around us. There is bitterness in that.
And always the world moves on. The band plays on. We'll have our friends, our loves, and we'll find a new home. We'll hang up our pictures, post our words, and life shall barrel on. We have a little time yet, to archive all and sundry.
May we meet again in Ishgard, in Elpis, in Tural, in this world and the next. Beneath the golden sun in swaying fields of dappled wheat. We love you all, you fabulous creatures of cohost. The posting to Amaurot was one I took voluntarily. If I must needs find a new office for my typewriter and I- so be it.
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La mer, qu'on voit danser
Le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent, la mer
Des reflets changeants sous la pluie
La mer au ciel d'été
confond ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer, bergère d'azur infinie
Voyez, près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées
La mer, les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer a bercé mon cœur pour la vie
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La Mer - Charles Trenet