There's always somebody downstairs

[sovay]

Construction on our street no longer even rates a jackhammer, it seems: the ponderously concrete-cracking blows reverberating directly across the road are the product of effectively punching the sidewalk with a backhoe. I have those mornings, too, but I don't make my neighbors listen to them. Facebook permanently deactivated my account in the night, deleting fourteen years' worth of memories, photos, conversations, connections, my profile picture on a mountainside in Vancouver. It is still nice to read political news that does not feel like the rear view of an event horizon. My plan for the rest of the day is heavily tilted toward returning from this afternoon's doctor's appointment and trying to sleep.

Comments

[genarti]

This is all awful. (Except the political news, which is bringing recurring joy to me too.) Sending you love and a Cone of Silence.

I'm particularly sorry about your FB account, which seems really unwarrantedly awful. I do think it's possible that undeletion is a possibility -- I don't know if it's a certainty, but I don't trust FB to tell the truth or to get rid of any data, tbh. Might be worth pursuing, anyway.

[sovay]

This is all awful. (Except the political news, which is bringing recurring joy to me too.) Sending you love and a Cone of Silence.

Thank you!

*hugs*

I'm particularly sorry about your FB account, which seems really unwarrantedly awful. I do think it's possible that undeletion is a possibility -- I don't know if it's a certainty, but I don't trust FB to tell the truth or to get rid of any data, tbh. Might be worth pursuing, anyway.

I am also a little skeptical about true deletion since you can keep an entire person's life on a thumb drive these days. I will look into it. I still feel as though pieces of my life keep being taken away from me and I did not sign off on them.