I like some change, you know, new stuff. But not all change, or maybe it’s just the speed that it travels? Change takes the corners and junctions way too fast, and as you’re rattling around loose in the back seat like a dog trying to stay on its feet, you don’t get a much of a chance to keep your bearings. And then you get all surprised when you look out the window once you’re back on the straight, and the your first thought is “How the hell did I get here?”.
It’s been like that this week. I’m getting motion sickness.