Yet a true one, nonetheless. Greetings, I suppose should header this topic - to verb the noun. I created this account many years ago, March 11th, 2013, it would seem, but did nothing with it. From what little I can gather, I do believe a friend brought me along, invitation with all bells and whistles and silk ribbons. So long ago was this that certain I am he is no longer active here; likely he has not been for quite some time. I know not even the moniker by which he went.
I must have come here, intending to participate, but of little that I know of the stormy climate of those years, I most likely dropped it. I found my way back here out of simple curiosity. Couched away in some dark corner, I found an old email leaking whispers and secrets from a time beyond me. One email set off a search, and another, and another - until finally, I chanced upon the registration email from here. To get somewhat overly personal, I have a dissociative disorder. I do not remember much from my life past a certain point, and the year I touched down here is an almost utter nebulous blank. I would have equal chance remembering the Precambrian as I would that year.
At a glance, I spy activity, but I still must ask: Is this place much active? I do not write much anymore and have not for quite some time due to circumstances. What I have has been solo writing. Perhaps I will try in this little community. It's strange. There most certainly have been places where once laid far more footprints, hovels and fields lost to time, unavailable to me, but here is where I ended up. Road and waypoint lacking, of course, and this is all I'm left with, but even so, I feel oddly pulled to bother. Magnetized, if you will.
Hello. You may call me Rowa.
I must have come here, intending to participate, but of little that I know of the stormy climate of those years, I most likely dropped it. I found my way back here out of simple curiosity. Couched away in some dark corner, I found an old email leaking whispers and secrets from a time beyond me. One email set off a search, and another, and another - until finally, I chanced upon the registration email from here. To get somewhat overly personal, I have a dissociative disorder. I do not remember much from my life past a certain point, and the year I touched down here is an almost utter nebulous blank. I would have equal chance remembering the Precambrian as I would that year.
At a glance, I spy activity, but I still must ask: Is this place much active? I do not write much anymore and have not for quite some time due to circumstances. What I have has been solo writing. Perhaps I will try in this little community. It's strange. There most certainly have been places where once laid far more footprints, hovels and fields lost to time, unavailable to me, but here is where I ended up. Road and waypoint lacking, of course, and this is all I'm left with, but even so, I feel oddly pulled to bother. Magnetized, if you will.
Hello. You may call me Rowa.
