I consider the differences between Facebook and Live Journal.
For me, FB is a string of posts, interspersed with, well, actually dominated with advertisements, and things FB thinks I might like. I can barely tolerate it, but there is enough there, or maybe it is some desire for torture, and therefore I continue.
Here, I find a respite. I settle into each post. I rarely comment, but I do absorb and contemplate. If I were to leave one venue, it would be FB and not LJ, and yet if everyone leaves here, what is left.
I think of community. What does it mean to me? I began here to communicate about illness. It was a one-way street. Now, I consider what I gain. It is a part of my morning, my day. What greets me here? I never know, and yet, it is as much a part of my day as brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Is there more I might say? In this moment, I sit with the pause and the changing sky.