I'm reminded of Chicago's great horn-heavy early-70s hit, "Does Anybody Really Know What Twitter Is? (Does Anybody Care?) -- and as long as I'm here dropping bad jokes, I'll mention that I've noticed almost every article I've read where the writer says "I'm not leaving Twitter" they mention having some outrageous number of followers, like 600k. If Twitter goes the way of Friendster and Myspace, it'll probably do so more slowly, like Facebook, because the "sunk cost fallacy" and the sense of the value of that "600k" is powerful. But it'll decline in value, like a dodgy crypto hoard, and the network effect being what it is, that last gasp of collapse would happen fast. Or, like the band says:

And I was walking down the street one day (people runnin' everywhere) Being pushed and shoved by people (don't know where to go) Trying to beat the clock, oh, no I just don't know (don't know where I am) I don't know, I don't know, oh (don't have time to think past the last mile) (Have no time to look around) And I said, yes I said (run around and think why)

Does anybody really know what time it is (I don't) Does anybody really care (care about time) If so I can't imagine why (no, no) We've all got time enough to die

Everybody's working (I don't care) I don't care (about time) About time (no, no) I don't care