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Dear Flickr,

Knock knock. Who’s there? Plea. Plea who? Plea Send me a reply, so I can get an answer and we can end this farce. All I need is someone to tell me why and how images that were not under Lucasfilm copyright were deleted from my account, and maybe; MAYBE an apology. I’ve waited a month and a half, and while I would have preferred that the money I have been pouring into Flickr since it was a fledgling web 2.0 upstart would be enough to pay the salary of whoever can give me that answer for the two minutes it takes for them to type it into a mail and send it to me.

I mean come on.

Seriously.

This isn’t support, it’s like a black hole of ‘oh, if we ignore it, it’ll go away’.

You’ve changed man. You’ve really changed. You used to be outgoing and happy. Happy! You remember that? Yeah. Good times. I remember uploading my first photos to you man. When I got my first digital camera; I thought you were so cool. Not like the others; not at all. And I would hang out on the old chat that was kinda secret, so it was kinda awesome when you found out about it and you went in there and you could share photos with other people real time. Very cool. What happened to that?

Well, things break, you know. Yeah. Kinda like this… Us, I mean. We’re broken. Right? How did we come to this? Huh? I mean wasn’t there… wasn’t there something there? I don’t know… Love? I don’t know if it was love, it might have been; it’s all so long ago. And you don’t pick up the phone, you don’t return my calls…

I guess…

I just…

I wish you would open up to me again.

Call me back.