5 years an e2 user. 5 years ago? What?
5 years was practically everything ago. My cat died since then. My brother went missing. I earned a degree. I started drinking. I stopped drinking. I loved (love...d?), and I lost. We all lost, some.
I took in some amazing art, much of it writing. And I finally decided to try to burp out something at a percentile of the quality and relevance, in order to pay it back somehow, and to understand it better. I was turned on to poetry and it has become undoubtedly one of the brightest and healthiest parts of a life that I have spent with my head down, as quietly as I could.
The first step convincing me towards making literature and poetry an active part of my life was this place. This content, and users, this quirky intelligent antiquated cool-to-be-uncool rapture occupying such a tiny corner of the world.
It's been good to know you, hell it's been good to know you're even here.