Angrier than I expected. I don't care what happens to twitter now, and like everybody else I guess, I can't stop watching as it gets torn apart. The people there — you — have gotten me through the last few years of almost total isolation. I'm not sure what I would have done without that, but it wouldn't have been good.
I don't care about details of technical features, or what happens to how the site operates; what meant something to me was already swiftly destroyed, any sense of permanence where I could leave behind a trail of things, and importantly, the fleeting interactions around them. Ongoing little time capsules. A "we were here", "we existed together for this moment".
I can gradually put my stuff on a blog or whatever, but I can't capture that. I can only keep the things I made myself, and that isn't enough.
