Listen, I don't even care if staff are saying it in tags. I don't care if the original creator (for what little that idea is worth in this concept) says it was a mistake.

someone else would have done it anyway.

Some of us wanted the Cohost Global Feed. (may the Global Cohost Feed rot in hell). It was a choice. We wanted to have a bit of a fully public dumping ground. Many of us knew it wouldn't be a truly great place, but it was optional discoverability. Plus, silencing and blocking worked fucking wonders, since Cohost never got big enough for spam accounts to be a huge problem.

The main thing is that it was OPTIONAL. That was the only reason it worked, alongside block and silence tools. I don't feel the same way about full mandatory global shit like on bluesky. Fuck that. That's not what the global feed was.

My global feed was like an extended reach into the good parts of Cohost. I didn't see the bullshit. I didn't go on fucking cohost-meta, which was, by far, worse for the site's health in general; I saw more people be hurt, have to take breaks, step away, or outright leave the damn site over the absolute shitfights in there. I get that it's also where important work was done, but that's not what the TCGF was.

TCGF was just a place for a broader shot of shitchosting and cool stuff, without having to know what the fuck people were going to incorrectly tag their shit with.

We wouldn't have needed it if there were any other kind of discoverability than optional tags. That's not a shot at staff - it's hopefully a prominent note for Cohost 2, but either way

I've been wanting to get it off my chest for ages.

Don't shit on the Cohost Global Feed. It was, in the end, only what you brought with you to it.

I feel like the Memento Mori has lost its power. It's supposed to help keep the end of things in our minds, but, somehow, we've managed to shed the benefit of this (not being shellshocked by the death of a loved one, or the end of a massive, strange, acquaintance/friend circle) and keep only the aesthetic of oooh real skulls and bones and reclaimed land and rotting corpses.

I know the sign isn't the signified, but they're supposed to be connected, even if it's connected the way our reflection is connected to us by the reflecting surface and light. But we've so thoroughly detached sign and signified we've forgotten the warmth and warning of the signified.

I don't know when we gained such prolific ability to do this, whether it's recent or ancient, but we sure fucking gained it. To just pyramid-head rip-the-skin off of a concept and put it on a mantle in our minds, and be completely oblivious to the rest.

and then we get hit by the bus of life. For some, it's glancing. For some, they're on board. For others, they go under every wheel, and still manage to walk it off afterwards. Some aren't so lucky in any case.

But few if any of us are unscathed. So what's the fucking point of a memento mori anymore.

Christ. This is AFTER I've slept and eaten. Rough fucking day.