It's funny how when one first moves into a place, as long as most other things go fine, there's usually a positive sort of background psychology... of course, personal circumstances are a dictator, but it's curious later on when the Rubik's Cube of society and the environment start to transform this mental image into a shadowy labyrinth of subjective representation... i.e. the past has a different shade from the present, but due to actual circumstances, presumably, and not just imagining the ideal. Time generally passes not like a mountain, but a snake's zigzag.
