Masochism drove me to Mastodon. At first I felt high – but the comedown was brutal | Michael Sun

The more I scroll, the more a pang of longing blooms within me for the unbridled insanity of Twitter

One thing about me is that I am an avowed hater of change, by which I mean I am a baby, and that my phone - which has not seen a software update since 2017, thanks for asking - regularly carks it when I try to do things like send an email or message a friend or press any button. My feelings towards downloading a new app are the same that others might have towards skydiving: a fear of leaping into the unknown, and also death.

Unfortunately, the other thing about me is that I am masochistic, which is how I find myself downloading Mastodon - the platform that has been touted, to varying degrees of certainty, as the replacement for a slowly crumbling Twitter now owned and micromanaged by the world's neediest billionaire.