I became mastodon 007. Not that I wanted to be one. I tell you how it started.
I have a pleasure to find my following people from twitter in mastodon. I find some new, interesting people here. But 80% of the migrants are quiet after the migration.
So I go back to visit the blue bird cafe time to time. I see the majority of my followers are still there. I sit near the window and sip a cup of tea. I write about what I see in mastodon.
Shall I continue my story?
