Changes again. Things piling up. Walking balance. There's 3 major alterations to your architecture. Your teen years when everything goes fucking sideways. Your middle years mortality becomes a reality. Then the golden retirement nightmare. Stuff is cut off falls off ya guts goes inside out you don't remember bleep, and you turn into a cat. You stare at the wall, and sleep. ...a lot. On the up side by then you don't give a bleep. What's for desert?