It has occurred to me that the things that matter to me will always matter. If i send the things i love/like to exile in Peru, clothed in a poncho and a funny sombrero, it'll come riding back to my door step on a camel. And i'll be thinking, not again.
So i think there's no point trying to change or make an effort. I may be a little displaced in conversations or induce a long silence after i mention something completely irrelevant and or make an obscure reference, but what the hell lets make daisy chains together!