changes, or lack of it.
There are changes that are so sudden, one day it was the way it was, the way we remembered it to be for oh so many years and changed/molested/mangled/improved the other. we're only glad that there are somethings that doesnt change, even when you've taken your eyes off it for a long time. kinda like a faithful friend. always there, looking, smelling and sounding the same.
like mr old dog here.
like this dice patterned thing.
we live in a too fast changing world. i believe i've emphasized again and again that, sometimes, its best to just slow down, take a refreshing look at the things you've left behind, look into your surroundings and compare changes. interesting.
words of an emotional old fuck.