too short, life's too short, too full of surprises, too long, except when condensed, when zipped, when repeatable sections are otherwise scrunched together, to compress, and suddenly, it's a whole lot easier to see, to grasp, the forest gets reduced to the 3 constituent trees, bushes, and shrubs. variety? ha. spice of life, they say. truer words were never spoken outloud. a lost art, a forgotten art, or, more likely, an art that's never changed, a skillset that remains among the few, but the more that try, the more noise on the screen, outliers, ground clutter, disregarded as useless. it's the peaks i'm interested in, the significant data, the stuff that matters, at least to me. and now it's time for the cycle to repeat. or at least figure out which cycle i'm supposed to be repeating now. or is it now. or maybe now.