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Sept 8, 2021 1:46:03 GMT -5
B., Optimism is my Phil-osophy, and 2 more like this
Post by jackson on Sept 8, 2021 1:46:03 GMT -5
Hello all.
I'm about to leave for university again. Last time I did such a silly thing I was absent for a year, during which you all unknowingly held Dante's farewell gathering. My first encounter with this forum was my only encounter with Dante, and he and FileneNGottlin and Mr. Jeh Ann so generously talked me down from the ending of ATWQ and invested the time to discuss it with me.
I wasn't expecting a response. I was five years late and spilling my guts into a forum I thought had emptied out long ago. And now I can't get this place out of my head.
I have a strange longing to have found Dark Avenue when I was much, much younger, in 2010. I would've enjoyed such a vibrant, devoted book club. There's so much history here it's dizzying, so many people with decorated profiles and thousands of words who have moved on, so much pleasure and so, so much pain, and I feel compelled to tear down the layers of endearingly crusty CSS one by one until I can piece it together despite my rational self.
I realize this forum is slowing down, and that's okay. How could it not be? Lemony Snicket seems to have just published his magnum opus, a tidy bookend to his many adventures.
Daniel Handler said the word arbitrary would make a fitting obituary for this place. All of it is. So much life compacted into such little space.
Forgive me if I'm just a little preoccupied that Dark Avenue will be a victim of arson if I turn my back.
This is a place for Snicket readers of all ages, and I hope I haven't upset the new ones with this post. It can safely be dismissed as a quarter-life crisis or the rantings of a romantic or the symptoms of Poison for Breakfast. There will always be stories and comfortably-furnished places full of wonderful people to discuss them with, just like there will always be volunteers.
I adore you all, especially those who have moved on.
~ Jackson
I'm about to leave for university again. Last time I did such a silly thing I was absent for a year, during which you all unknowingly held Dante's farewell gathering. My first encounter with this forum was my only encounter with Dante, and he and FileneNGottlin and Mr. Jeh Ann so generously talked me down from the ending of ATWQ and invested the time to discuss it with me.
I wasn't expecting a response. I was five years late and spilling my guts into a forum I thought had emptied out long ago. And now I can't get this place out of my head.
I have a strange longing to have found Dark Avenue when I was much, much younger, in 2010. I would've enjoyed such a vibrant, devoted book club. There's so much history here it's dizzying, so many people with decorated profiles and thousands of words who have moved on, so much pleasure and so, so much pain, and I feel compelled to tear down the layers of endearingly crusty CSS one by one until I can piece it together despite my rational self.
I realize this forum is slowing down, and that's okay. How could it not be? Lemony Snicket seems to have just published his magnum opus, a tidy bookend to his many adventures.
Daniel Handler said the word arbitrary would make a fitting obituary for this place. All of it is. So much life compacted into such little space.
Forgive me if I'm just a little preoccupied that Dark Avenue will be a victim of arson if I turn my back.
This is a place for Snicket readers of all ages, and I hope I haven't upset the new ones with this post. It can safely be dismissed as a quarter-life crisis or the rantings of a romantic or the symptoms of Poison for Breakfast. There will always be stories and comfortably-furnished places full of wonderful people to discuss them with, just like there will always be volunteers.
I adore you all, especially those who have moved on.
~ Jackson
