Many TBDers have planted their flags here, like the Americans planted a flag or two on the moon. We marked the territory, so we consider the job done. Were not really there, but we went there once.
The Ning TBD seems in a frozen, in-between place. So many folks from old TBD seem to be here, they've planted their flags, but they're hollow accounts, place-holders for when or if their true love sinks beneath the waves.
I am a traitor to my TBD-land, I find it easier to move about here, but I must be cautious and not offend. Its sad to be in-between, to hail an old friend from TBD, and no response comes back. Just ghosts in the machine. There's a bitterness, I'm becoming an ex-patriot.
For now I will wait and hope that more accounts transform into real people or just become records of fossils, echoes of happier times. The confusion and disorder about is it surviving, is it dying is dismaying, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy about old TBD. Like those stores that say "Going out of business" and never seem to go out of business. What's the deal? I would assume everything that could be done had been done before sending out the fateful post defining a closing date, and yet the rumors persist.
I am a ghost over there, a vague presence over here, unsettled.
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