I have changed the Gaizabonts theme. I have yet to start liking it; I hope it will grow on me, eventually. That’s how most things in this world work. We get used to them, they grow on us.
Changing Facebook privacy policies, smoking bans, death of hand-written letters, a nagging pain that we learn to ignore, bad customer service, irregular posting on a blog that you love – in all, a way of life that we never expected to be.
Some odd overcast evening, when you aren’t doing anything useful in particular, all the things that you have got used to, made a part of your lives dangle on elastic strands in front of your eyes in front of a blurry background. You wonder where and when you accumulated all of these belongings that never were meant to belong to you.
You question them.