A few minutes ago, Twitter’s native iOS client inexplicably logged me out of the three accounts I’d signed in for the second time today, which for the first time prompted not anger, nor even frustration, truly, but a whole-body, calming, peaceful acceptance: **for me and my house, the time really has come to let com.atebits.Tweetie2 finally rest **.
nope … they haven’t even CHANGED THE FUCKING IDENTIFIER…. pic.twitter.com/FBZLcD8kEz— David Blue ※ (𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽-𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴) (@NeoYokel) August 24, 2021
For just these, the app occupied a woeful amount of file space compared to… just about anything else (we’re talking by a factor of ten) and at this point, literally too much of my life and emotional energy with its unendingly stupefying level of neglect. It hasn’t made sense for a long time.