There is something almost desperate about the piling of the threads. Top of the heap one second, a pat on the head from a moderator, followed by the ineluctable stumbling down the stairs, until you disappear on the next page. Quick, a phrase, a thought, a cry, a smile, anything, to stand in the light, even if it's only for a second, even if you end up populating your own thread. Strange, odd, sad, how this forum ends up mimicing the very crisis we seek to end.