Past the 10pm frontier, once again. Halfway through the week, too. Trying to remember how this morning started, trying to remember the first lines of text and code written, the first images taken, the first calls answered. Seems much of this has already been swapped out again, internal cleanup under progress to finalize that very day. Disputable technical metaphors: Fast memories, slow memories, persistent storage and that temporary space that doesn't probably last until much past the next odd dream.