Apparently, tis the season for endings, and mine is drawing near. I feel much like Cicero did when Augustus came to power, watching the names of friends and colleagues be posted to the forum door in the latest round of proscriptions. Bearing witness to a once-great thing becoming torrid and abused.
So, I feel it only sensible to leave before I'm sent naked to join my colleagues in exile. Lord knows that my mouth will get me into trouble one of these days, and I'd like to retain a little dignity as I vacate this once great home of free thought and expression. I find I barely recognise it now. It may simply be that I am old and tired, and what I thought this place should be is something best left to the ashcan of history. Or perhaps it never actually existed as I imagine, and my mind is tainted with the rose-coloured glass of reminiscing and mourning the past.
I have been a member of this and related communities for many years. We've laughed, cried, mourned, and celebrated together. From whence we started many of us have started families, gained academic or professional acclaim, or simply just gotten older. Though I pride myself on my ability to emotionally distance myself and to regard this place as simply A Thing and not anything important, I find myself sad at the state of affairs with which we have been presented.
I could articulate why I feel as I do, and indeed so many of us do, but that has been done dozens of times by those now gone and my analysis would not add anything of merit; I shall simply say that I disagree with many policies, some new and some old, and that disagreement has reached a point making my remaining here untenable.
I have found friends here, for which I thank you. I have found foes, for which I curse you. And I have found myself, for which you all owe me an apology and a refund.
Much love and respect, to those that deserve it,
Tinuviel