Models coming and going.

Models come and models go in geometric progressions and yet the work remains the same with 80% done and the rest 20% still being an act of using providence’s hands and fumbling around because the human context is lost in a sea of cold code generated from black boxes that infer meanings and lie with Ceasar’s confidence that the unit of work done is as required when it all still is a pile of disappointments especially when yearnings are delivered and not and not quite yet and “not quite yet” is a tremendous gap which inherently proves the incompetence of work delivered at the cost of fears generated from markets and fears generated from knowledge and meanings lost while experience changes shape from skill to pressing buttons and acommodating permissions while trust falls off like dead leaves on a high autumn day and all of this leads me back to where it all started and stemed from in a cold barren forest full of trees with biting cold winds reminding me that I still have miles to before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep.