my friend, I never really said it until now, but I really admire thou in the face of adversity, whether they be from Ian or Chris. At some point last year, or perhaps the year before, I came upon the realization that I was at a cul-de-sac. Something was obstructing my tunnel, nothing but inky black from the fathomless inhumanity of the stars, and if I didn't break out of it soon, I would be doomed to remain in recursive banality, forever.
Right now as I'm writing this, I still realize that I hadn't broken out, but at least I am aware of the problem. The problems, for this world has many and will continue to do so for as long as it continues spinning. In the time I've known you for this seven years, however brief and tenuous that link was, I was blind and dumb, a fool who took things for granted, an Athenian Idiot. Appreciation for works such as your magnum opus was tertiary compared to the countless hours wasted on fradulent scenarios of nationalist masturbation, where little thought went in save for the pleasure of the next itch. Looking back, I do not shudder in horror or weep at this debased sight - I simply regret. Regret that I could have made myself a far better person than right now. Regret the shunning of knowledge in pursuit of far more limited one-shots. Regret the killing of thought. I did not think, therefore I wasted.
Perhaps then if I was that better person, I could have helped thou to stay here somehow, irregardless of hacks like Chris and Deckard. Now I can only look, in mournful silence, at this tomb of broken dreams that was once your forge of wonders. This forum might not miss you, but now I certainly do.
