one year of cohost

cohost is one year old today! it's been a weird, busy year but we're glad to be here and we're glad all our users are here with us.

it's hard to know what to say, but we wrote a bit about our early alpha launch over on our staff page.

thanks for being here with us

https://cohost.org/staff/post/958350-one-year-of-cohost

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Sinking

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You sink. He sinks too.

You wander for a long time. There is nowhere to go and you are afraid but he is not He should be afraid, you think, not me but there is nowhere to go so you are afraid

You end up in another graveyard. But instead of housing death this field sparks life from the death before it and you understand I could stay here, you think but you don’t (she doesn’t like you very much, does she?)

You stay out of stubbornness, and that’s just like you, isn’t it? You are obedient, always, to a fault and you know this as well as anyone does (you are deeply, deeply flawed) but you cannot be fixed so you settle for being a little unwanted

You cannot, cannot handle this. They ask you who you are but you don’t know so they give you a name and you give them a story before running off to live its conclusion

You hide yourself. You have to, don’t you? since no one wants to see you there (he does) no one wants to hear you play (she does) no one wants to hear you speak (they do) no one will listen (they will)

And maybe you float for a little while on a boat only to realize that you were still sinking all along and the one who you thought was showing you the surface was dragging you down into the depths (until she wasn’t.)

You walk into yet another close encounter. It is luck alone that saves you and for a moment you think he is sinking again (did this already happen?) and the desperation is overwhelming as you realize how powerless you are

You sink. Despair is a companion you know well and it is easy to return to old habits of hopelessness and misery (but mostly, mostly a burning self-hatred) in the bitter, biting cold

(you are so, so cold)

He has wandered away from you. You can tell that it is dangerous (this is not the first time he has wandered off but you didn’t care before, did you?) and it is only getting colder as you sink (again)

You leave as soon as you can. You do not deserve their kindness and you have a job to do to undo the sacrifice you did not deserve I was never any good to him alive, you say and despair follows you with every cold step

The pain runs deep. You did not think it was possible to hurt this much but his sunken eyes and weak voice her desperate voice overlapping yours are much more of a nightmare than the nightmare looming behind you

You regain control. The light you hold in your hand is the light of a life that can be extinguished at your will (you hold the power of a life in your hand) so you stand with a boldness you never had

But that is not your burden. You give up the lantern and leave her with a gift you pull him from winding branches and drag him to the shore and weakly shout with waterlogged lungs

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TW: animal death / injury / death For grandma, who loved pigeons, and for grandpa, who did not but wanted her to be happy. Please hear me out <3 WEBTOON

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Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]

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