I wonder what would happen if I just started writing random letters to posts at the bottom of /a/.
Nobody would read them, even if they're this public.
I like to write stuff like this, to use the keyboard as a way to type things out properly. The human brain makes associations, and so isn't true memory. Silicon computers cannot do this, but have absolute memory. We complement one another. It's symbiosis. It's beautiful and scary.
I may remember writing this in the morning. I won't remember writing it in a week. The things that you, dear reader, are doing now, are probably just as noteworthy.
I'm already scared again. This feeling of being lost and confused... it hurts. It makes you feel weak. I need something to drive it away.
The Panty and Stocking OVA should finish downloading soon. Ano Hana made me cry, and I really appreciated it in a strange way. I felt better after having watched it.
/a/ is kind of like a person- it'll forget what it was talking about after a few hours. Discussion propels it forward, clears it's thoughts. When /a/ dies, all that will be left on the board will be the shitposts of faggots trying to revive it. What it had will never be seen again. What you see on this board will never exist again in the way it does now.
Statistically speaking, nobody reads the posts here at the back end of /a/. If you see this, it means you checked this thread before it died, and caught this message. Do whatever you like with it.
-4chko
