This is a virtual place, put together in each of our heads by the sense we have of the other posters we bump into. And whether we like it of not, a powerful subliminal factor in our sense of the place is the umbrella of its skin.
When the site revamp happened and the sea rolled back, what what was left?
A grey, generic, make do while we rebuild it, homogenous bleary operating table.
Whether or not people behind the scenes are busting a gut to rebuild it, (and I'm sure many are) the truth is that it looks like nobody in charge cares.
The feeling I have is of wandering around after a sanitizing bomb has gone off.
Or better still:
Like the the American indians doing the best they can on the reservation...
The buffalo are gone.
Long live whatever is coming down the railroad.
My guess is it'll take three years.