Lots and lots of things go into my head. Too many to keep.

I know I can't keep them all; there's only so much space. But I'd hate to lose them forever -- that'd be like taking the same route home, every day, but never being able to remember it after. Instead, I'm saving the route here.

• A venerable feast for the attention deficient.
• A vault that protects things from getting "run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality."
• A smorgasborg. Always fresh. Continually replenished.

Feel free to snack or gorge. There's no shortage in sight.