"Okay, time to make a good post. You can do this," i whisper to myself while logging into cybre dot space. I stare into the empty post box. My eyes lose focus and my tongue lolls out of my mouth while my fingers roll across the keyboard with minds of their own. I emerge from my fugue and read over my work:

"nobody expects the Situationist International haha is this anything?"

I lay my head on my desk and sob for hours.

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see the end-of-life plan for details: https://cybre.space/~chr/cybre-space-eol