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

[ashlyme]

This is cobblers, and I'm sorry. Your comments were one of the things I really liked about Facebook. *Many hugs*

* It is still nice to read political news that does not feel like the rear view of an event horizon.*

I'm very, very pleased about this.

[sovay]

This is cobblers, and I'm sorry. Your comments were one of the things I really liked about Facebook.

*hugs*

I liked your posts! Your standing stone vistas and your book hauls and some sense of your days, which was the primary utility of FB to me. The data-scraping became particularly cruel when all I wanted from the platform was, in fact, keeping in touch with my friends.

I'm very, very pleased about this.

Will accept more similar news at any time!