I was talking to someone the other day, you know, one of those people I see like, weekly, for years now, at that thing, and it just hit me—they don't even know anything about the person who was with me for SO long, like my whole life was just... this, you know? And it's not even sad, really, it’s just kinda… flat, like, "oh, okay, that's a thing that exists now." Like a decade gone and what even happened? Is that just how it goes?