Twitter is dying and I am surprised by how little I care. I’m not one for acrimonious break-ups but as soon as I decided to leave Twitter, I wanted to set it all on fire. I was so angry about what it had become that I had trouble remembering the good times — the friends I’d made, the professional opportunities it led to, the genuine moments of connection and fun it fostered. Like, remember the llama chase? Birds’ Rights Activist? Horse ebooks? It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Thanks for this, Jane! substack newsletters are back to the future, and I'm all in. especially since I can still 'heart' posts