1. I'm so sorry to see it dying.
  2. I deeply hope for a new platform soon.
  3. Like an after life of list.
  4. It will be better and brighter but so similar to the original thing.
  5. With all our favorites.
  6. I'm going to miss this horribly.
  7. I don't like being melodramatic. But I've lost a lot the past two years.
  8. And I can't help but feel I'm supposed to be learning something from all the loss.
  9. Everything is oh so different.
  10. And now one of my big supports (this app, a refuge of little kindness-es) is falling.
  11. And I don't know what else to say.
    It's already been said. By all of you.
  12. It's like a mini universe is fading away. All the life boats are sending off flares to others.
    Little messages on how to find them in other worlds.
  13. But none like this one.
  14. What's a list-less world going to look like?
  15. I know I'll be okay.
  16. But I'm worried still about where I'll end up putting all this feeling.
  17. Every other platform is so numb.
  18. Oh well
    I'll find my niche as I always have here.
  19. I realize list is really just me satisfying the compulsion I developed to be heard in some small way.
  20. Otherwise I feel so awfully closed off.
  21. I guess I must heed Rilke again.
    Static
  22. All my little list drafts are unraveling whenever I think of them.
  23. Half of me is very sad and half of me says "it's an app and life finds a way to balance."
    The bitter part says "fuck it, same theme as ever." He's an asshole but he's more sturdy than the other parts.
  24. I'm acknowledging both halves.
  25. How do I end this when I have so much left to say?
  26. So much left to put out into this little world.
  27. It is, of course, a perennial mystery how the innumerable fragments of experience we amass in the course of living come into contact with one another, how they are fused together in the combinatorial process of creativity and transformed into something new. Impatient with mystery, we tend to seek to fill the unknown with easy explanations.
    -Maria popova
  28. You let time pass. That’s the cure. You survive the days. You float like a rabid ghost through the weeks. You cry and wallow and lament and scratch your way back up through the months. And then one day you find yourself alone on a bench in the sun and you close your eyes and lean your head back and you realize you’re okay.-Cheryl strayed
  29. We need entropy and decay in order to induce growth and restructuring. Without illness and death and heartbreak (among many others) we could never advance. Such things which are seemingly destructions are inherently manufacturers of learning and harbingers of understanding and inner strength.
  30. all madness is inherently violent, even when it is not directed towards others, for it invariably ravages the sufferer internally.-John cage
  31. Our intention is to affirm this life, not to bring order out of chaos, nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply to wake up to the very life we’re living, which is so excellent once one gets one’s mind and desires out of its way and lets it act of its own accord.-John cage
  32. The stimuli that carry us over the usually effective dam are most often the classic emotional ones, love, anger, crowd-contagion or despair. Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up. Every siege or shipwreck or polar expedition brings out some hero who keeps the whole company in heart.-William james
  33. When you’re speaking in the truest, most intimate voice about your life, you are speaking with the universal voice.-Cheryl strayed
  34. Anonymity allows me to renounce myself, but in renouncing myself I come to affirm myself more strongly. In the same way silence is a denial of [sound], but as a result, the slightest [sound] in silence
    becomes enormous. The same practice makes me seek the [sound] hidden in silence, the movement in [stillness], life in the inanimate, the infinite in the finite, forms in space and myself in anonymity… By denying negation one affirms.-Joan miro
  35. A poem of the right shape will hold a thousand truths. But it doesn’t say any of them.-Ursula le guin
  36. Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.-Charles buckowski