Зашел сегодня на форчан в /mlp, даже не знаю зачем. Старая привычка или просто желание поностальгировать, неважно. Наткнулся на тред с пастами про какую-то незнакомую мне поняшу, и один из ответов меня очень сильно тронул, анон словно написал то, что я сам давно не мог передать словами. Не знаю, прочитает это кто-нибудь или нет, мне просто хотелось с кем-то этим поделиться.

this whole green seems to be about something i was never a part of, which contributes to the feeling i'm picking up from it. The feeling that though I never interacted with this particular pony or her thread - i interacted with the one next door, or down the road, or across the street. I was part of the community with her, even if I moved here a bit past the golden age. Unearthing a legion of memories that you know would have welcomed you with open arms had you been there to make them. A once booming city slowly turning into a ghost town, a citizenry too proud and nostalgic to let it completely die.

How long until that big venue hosting the 2020 waifu dinner is as dusty and run down as The Thread? How long until no one takes the time to make the annual video capturing all of it? How long until the videos that have already been made get taken down? How long until nobody notices? How long until someone notices but doesn't have anyone to tell?

Eventually, all of /mlp/ will be as obscure as The Thread. All of our greens resting under a sheet of dust, covering a pastebin that hasn't been opened in 25 years. Our silly songs cordoned off by a broken vocaroo link. The draw/write/music/-fags' content that entertained us, made us laugh, cry, and appreciate what we have eventually gone in the wind like the fluff of a dandelion wish. How long until all of this is only preserved by a third party archivist struggling to keep their site up like a small backwater town's heritage house, relying on donations from a populous that is waning in both number and interest. I pray that that archivist, in their green skin and well-ironed suit make all the right decisions.

All of this burning, like a star under whose light we'd dance our troubles away. What is the lifespan of our constellation?

>You like looking at stars, don't you? Some of those have been burnt out for a long, long time.