Coming back to Open Salon is like walking through a school you once attended that's burned down. You know where the rooms are that you used to frequent, and there's no one there except for ghosts. You might pick up some book or other item that hasn't burned and look at it. Surely, once upon a time it was useful.
Maybe you're even standing in your favorite classroom. You remember how excited you were, learning of all of those different viewpoints from fellow students all over the world. Perhaps you remember how influential you once were. Maybe you were the class president or the prom queen. Most likely, you were some lesser exalted status, but still -- you feel that at one time you actually did make a contribution. And now what are you looking at?
The smell of smoke and destruction? The ghosts of the people who gave it their all here and who have now departed for God know what parts of the world? You are even asking yourself, "What am I doing here, now that nothing's left?"
It's all horribly sad, but we have to live in the present. It makes no difference that I no longer have a forum like OS to inform, educate, and be educated myself.
The building has burned down, and there's nothing left. At least I'll still have my memories.
It's all very sad.
Goodbye, Open Salon. It was nice knowing you while it lasted.