In Douglas Adams' The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, a crashed ship of useless middle-managers declares leaves to be legal tender, gets immensely rich, and then has to burn down the forests to fight the inflation that follows. It is a joke, and it is also exactly how money works. Plant too many trees through quantitative easing and stimulus, and eventually you have to burn some by hiking rates to keep the remaining currency meaningful.
I have always thought of my brain as fixed storage: long-term memory like a hard drive, short-term memory like RAM, both finite. That is why context switching hurts. It is not just that you stopped one thing and started another, it is that you had a whole working set loaded in your head and something flushed it. We talk about AI context windows now, but people have them too: limited working space, long-term storage with strange indexing, facts we keep, facts we ignore, and a childhood TV theme song that apparently holds a lifetime lease.
Notes on what happens to software after it ships: ownership, deployment, operations, and the human layer underneath. Most architecture problems are really ownership problems.
