Ruins
It appears my favorite place has died, but such is life. Though, I noew get the feeling this is what happens in a group chat when you mute it come back a couple days later to thousands of messages. One of my favorite Prosers is gone and I do not know why nor do I want to go back and find out. I guess I didn't know him that well, but I liked is work and it makes me sad. I know it happens all the time - life, family, romances, pulling one away from the things they love and them leaving, but still. Looking back at all the posts from years ago, this place feels like a ghost town I am coming back to. Everything is regrowing but it's hard to not look at the ash and charred remains and wonder what happened and why I didn't stick around to see what's going on.