"...I prayed for someone to look me up, but the long dark silences continued, until I gave up hope. ...."

Then one day I was roused from my involuntary torpor and ill-used by a spammer. The spammer was quickly shown the door by one of the bouncer clones, but not before I had found new life. New posters weighed in with their takes, old friends returned to reminisce or reflect on perhaps a mellowing of their stance as the years had passed. And I found I had not been forgotten.