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Getting a big Norma Desmond mood this evening. You know, the protagonist from that old movie Sunset Boulevard, the one whose career faded and she went insane? "I am big. It's the pictures that got small!"
I am big. It's the Internet that got small. I keep trying to convince myself of that, as Birdsite and Masto get quieter and quieter, and it becomes harder and harder to make real emotional connections here, even with people I used to be very close to and have deep conversations with.
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I keep trying to convince myself, no, no, it's not that you've burnt up all your social capital. It's not that you're old and boring and don't do a damn thing of interest anymore. It's not that people only wanted you when you were the hot sexy new thing—to whatever tiny extent you were. It's the Final Age. The Internet's undergoing emotional heat death. Nobody's got energy left for this shit. It's not just you, it's everybody.
I don't actually believe it, but it's still comforting.