Gratitudes part 2: a briefest mention of Synefra

In the early years of "playing in the MUD", I was a youngster who was prone to being influenced by others in the way that partially-formed adults often are. Friendship and camaraderie came and went easily, as it tends to do in youth and in fully digital spaces. So too follows my memory of those times and places: often fleeting, but occasionally latching on to personas that have left a remarkable lineage in the wake of our brief interlude. To one known to me then only as *Synefra*, I give thanks for: The inspiration of your aesthetic Exposing me to art Exposing me to Pain Broadening the horizon of my unfolding future I am better for having made your acquaintance all those years ago. May the present find you well. ~nullish A vestige of what once was...