Aaa! Post-age

It's over. @fas is officially over. I no longer exist in the fas universe; I am post. And I never even thought to migrate all my mail. Maybe I didn't want to do it, like I feared its being yet another confirmation of the end. Now I'm all angst-y. Shit.
Relatedly: Why do delicate, urban, from-the-car(riage)--montaged film scenes, accompanied by airy, ethereal songs by people like The Radio Dept., seem to resonate so strongly with me all the time?
I have to go fall asleep to the resonatingly comforting Lost in Translation now. (See; I tied in film.)