I just had a vision of logging back into kuro5hin a several months from now, the kind of logging back in where you do it because suddenly you remembered that there was this site called kuro5hin and you were out of sites to surf; the kind of feeling you get when you're pondering a puzzle all day long and suddenly the next morning it hits you. eureka.
and the site will be barren. unkept dairies that barely date past september. the wind will rustle outside, as I stare into the vast emptiness of the moderation cue. The front pages will contain nothing but several long and vulgar articles directed at rusty, written and voted up unanimously by the remnants of kuro5hins surviving users, who too have left. The article itself dates mid july.
and I see another user popping in. And another. We're all just checking in. Suddenly the place is crowded again, a few new diaries appear, the users lamenting about their pasts experiences on the site. why they loved it. "Hey, remember the time..."
But then they'd leave. Everyone would leave. The wind continues to blow, the leaves rustle. The clocks sound... An article titled Goodnight Bittersweet Prince gets voted up; the members saying their last goodbyes.
The people then leave. One by one, even the anonymous heroes and cloaked ones. And I shut down and leave to go downstairs. It's 2005. kuro5hins no more