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memory fades but our words are forever

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Talking with Violet tonight I realized how scary things are sometimes. I’ve spent the greater portion of my life talking to people online. I’ve been on IRC since I was 10, younger than anyone really should be, and I’ve been using Discord for a few years now. IRC is a plain text protocol, you keep the logs and it isn’t really the responsibility of anyone else. Had I been better with keeping archives and placing value on things like that, I might have logs from long ago. There are friends who I only knew on IRC, and this being prior to the lack of anonymity we’ve accepted in our social networks, I actually don’t know any of their names. There’s a small selection of people who I’ve kept up in other ways, because as luck would have it I’d run into them again somewhere and know for sure it was them. What about those who I do not remember anymore, who no longer seem to coalesce where I did? The memory of them has become blurry and obscured as I’ve gotten older and realized how many years de

memory fades but our words are forever Talking with Violet tonight I realized how scary things are sometimes. I've spent the greater portion of my life talking to people online. I've been on IRC since I was 10, younger than anyone really should be, and I've been using Discord for a few years now. IRC is a plain text protocol, you keep the logs and it isn't really the responsibility of anyone else. Had I been better with keeping archives and placing value on things like that, I might have logs from long ago. There are friends who I only knew on IRC, and this being prior to the lack of anonymity

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