change, flux, common theme, common things, linux all the time, linux here and linux there, debian joins the apartment, shows up everywhere, things are different, need to get used to, power and control over every little things, with such power comes such responsibility, and without that power comes other responsibility, and musings ramble, and wither, the fountain of thought dries up, the spring no longer wets the rocks or lets the flowers grow around it, a different passion? a new outlet for mental energies? not enough stimulation of things, of life, of brain cells? memory may not be completely recorded in the brain, could be selective, subjective, not complete so the temporal, really is, after something passes through vision, it is lost until seen again