Like a tree that falls in the forest when no one hears. No one will see it way down on the bottom of the page at night. Even if it makes the rec list, it still has no chance of making the fold. If by some miracle this diary becomes popular, and you weren't one the first here, your comment, like your diaries will be buried where they too won't make a sound.
I miss the virtual place I used to visit, where I'd share ideas and get feedback, where anytime, any day I could find someone willing to talk about something interesting with me. I'm writing to a shell of something that used to be.
I've often said that I'll keep coming as long as I'm having fun. Well I'm starting to feel like normal users like me, who come to relax, and share thoughts about politics, aren't so welcome anymore. Our words are hidden, we play the lottery with everything we write, and our chances of winning keep going down with the alterations to the site.
We didn't use to have to play the lottery to get heard. On DK3, all recent diaries were above the fold (at least for a little while). Since we could only publish one a day, and they had be substantive, they didn't fall off the list so quickly, and instead of writing new diaries, we'd comment in each others diaries, we read each others diaries. We set comments the newest comments first, so when we commented, at least a few people who entered the diary with that setting would see what we had written, answer, and we'd answer back. We weren't always talking to the void.
They wonder why we've been pie fighting so much lately? Because without doing something off the wall, no one pays attention anymore. We're so starved for the interaction we'd become accustom to on DK3 that people are acting out just to get read. I came to love DKos for the quality of the interactions I found here, not just the quantity, but maybe for the folks a quantity of interactions is sufficient for, acting out became the only way anyone paid attention.