Amidst the ruins, we would all somehow miraculously find each other, once again. In a coffee shop, perhaps, somewhere in an obscure, yet romantic little Tarentinoesque Mid-Western town, where they still offer truly free Wi-Fi and organic carrot cake, served by baristas with beehive hairdos sashaying to the passionate crooning that can only be found in a Roy Orbison mega-mix on a jukebox spinning nothing but vintage classic vinyl. Everyone would still be holding on to the precious memories of our life together generating words, collectively. Words. Words. All of us would sit there still burning with an urge to spawn a plethora of new words. And so, we would begin again. Oh yes. We would. Again. Begin once more, proposing questions for the future of a new life beyond the smoldering embers of Fluther. Designing a blueprint on a series of half used napkins linked together across a pathway of caffeine stained formica tables, collaborating on a map for the construction of a vibrant futuristic language farm where we could all flex our verbal dexterity, while heroically fending off all of the negativity simmering about our feet, attempting to rise up to spin pithy barbs full of snide comments with no other purpose than to take us all down. You know who they are. “No! Not this time! You can have Twitter!”, we all say. Ha! Oh yes, we would prevail. I am confident in that bold prediction. And when this new site is finally built, and the servers begin to sweetly purr, we will launch ourselves into a new age. Off into the world wide wisdom of wondrous discourse ahead of us. And, as a prelude to this historic journey, to properly celebrate the momentous occasion at hand, we would come up with a much better name.
Wouldn’t we?