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2002. 2001, mostly. I drew you. I wrote you. I posted you. I fixed you. I added to you. People liked you. You were popular. It was the best things ever!
Then I stopped paying you attention.
Maybe it was that everyone else slowed their attention and I just logically followed suit, admittedly lingering longer than the masses, but still bailing out.
You're like a time capsule. A container for awkward rants, artistic trials and attempts, meta observations, and a whole assortment of things the minds behind them thought were deeper than they truly were.
There were exceptions to the rule, of course. A few brilliant folks adding bits and pieces, growing their talents in the somewhat helpful sandbox of like-minded youths. Also the occasional newby throwing their hat in the ring for a first try was fun to see.
I always said I'd get around to you again, pet project. And I've failed in that regard miserably. It's not that the passion's not there, it's just... I've had trouble finishing thoughts in this realm for years.
Stand by and be well, old friend. You're still doing a bit of what you used to.
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