Today, while waiting for some interminable amount of time for code to produce a result, it has hit me that the sentiment of the sophomore Counting Crows album "Recovering the Satellites" may become applicable to me. I do feel like I'm in a decaying orbit, about to accelerate and enter the atmosphere, with proverbial fire and smoke and the anxiety of impact. The year already started with me in an inexorable path to change, but only today has it felt like an out-of-body experience. With so many things still in the air, with the future coalescing but still murky, I find myself at a precipice and looking down, feeling gravity's pull.
I really should consider how long these computations take at times.
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