Ello right now is like if some people got stuck in a broom closet together and it was kind of awkward because no one knew what to say.
And periodically, someone you used to know from, like, new york opens the closet door and goes, "Mind if I join you?" For a second, everyone thinks: should we tell her we can't open that door from the inside. But then no one says anything, because you're all getting used to the awkward silence and also because isolation is making you the kind of weirdo who thinks, "well, maybe being stuck in a broom closet with twelve other people is actually interesting. I mean, we're in a broom closet. WHAT COULD HAPPEN."