Waiting for the quiet wave of psychic despair that will be the rest of the Cohost-using world getting back up and seeing the site is still up, with the heaviness of the end a day closer.

I will be here until the very end. I will be here with you. We're not alone. Just because a website is closing, we're not alone. It won't be the same, but nothing ever is. We'll find a way through. We'll see each other again.

God I really can't do bluesky, I think. I can't just go back to the same Twitter-esque shit. Not even the content, just the fucking eye searing "style". The format.

Tiny, braindead interjections by the millions. No matter their quality, they'll never have space to breathe. If few words were enough, we wouldn't have libraries.. We wouldn't tell stories.

Sometimes you just have to say all of the words on a thing. It doesn't matter if it's valuable, or worth saying. But I can, most assuredly, count at least on one hand, the number of times my rambler-gambler bullshit has made a person's day.

Hell, I can count how many times it's saved a life.

There's good in this world, and it's INSIDE you. Words are the easiest way to get it out there. Bluesky won't ever really let me do that.

Also, FUCK numbers. Every post has multiple numbers; it's fucking awful. God.

We who have been in Eggbug's graces have seen the kingdom of heaven, found the throne empty, and rejoiced. Now, returned to the lowly mud of the world, we are stricken, aggrieved, bereft - for the rest insist on having Numbers, and they will haunt us evermore.

god it's so weird that my feed is all mourning up until the announcement post, and then just the humming and haing of everyday chosting. The writing was on the wall, but none of us knew it was coming, huh.