Two days ago I watched `The Tenant`, a movie in Roman Polanski's apartment trilogy. The atmosphere summoned within this feature reminded me strongly of my youth. Back when I still lived in Belgium, before I moved to the United States, I used to live in a (typical for the area) row home - it was actually 2 row houses which they divided up in 3 apartments, so the neighbor situation was quite odd. They too would bang on my walls with even the slightest sound I would make. They too were angry old people. I remember this extreme claustrophobic feeling of being surrounded by a narrow minded society - hidebound people intolerant of anything or anyone different from the norm, it was maddening. Just like the character in the movie, the last thing I ever wanted was to impose on anyone. I remember this one particular instance where I had already turned off my music after hearing the end of an angry broomstick banging on my floor, only to be greeted by the angry knocking once more later on for some reason or another. I don't remember what I was doing, it's been too long - but I remember going out of my way trying to be quiet as to try and not disturb the neighbors to no avail. - internal scream - "can't i fucking do anything"... It makes you feel like a prisoner in your own home. Later, long after I moved, I still had nightmares of being in that room. Every night, the wall to the neighbors' house would get thinner, until eventually it was like paper, and I accidentally fell through it. Followed by my apologising profusely for fucking up their wall. Then they would come in at night and fuck with stuff in my room. But the feeling is broader than just the neighbor problem. It is society in general. I would sit on the bus (or more often, tram) at the time, and feel like the world is made up of a bunch of people who are moving in fast-forward, 1000x faster than me, but I can only move in slow motion. With only half a clue of what's going on. - Can't keep up. I had this feeling in real life - everything looks sped up- but I also had dreams where I could only move very slowly - perhaps related. I don't have these feelings or dreams any more, or at least not with such intensity. This movie was an interesting reminder. Still, I often think of people who I've known from a long time ago quite often, who have long since moved on from my encounter with them, and have started new lives, become completely different people. Every now and then I run into one of these people, and they don't remember me, or refer to past events as if they were aeons ago, whilst to me it seems like yesterday. And now this is also reflected and amplified in my work and my relationship with technology. The software industry has changed a lot, and I can't get myself to accept the new ways of doing things a lot of times. Most of the time, the old way of doing things seems better, and people refuse to understand it. It seems, people just want to accomplish a certain practical task as rapidly as possible, by hook or by crook, no matter what mess or tech debt they create in the process. Developers are commodity now. Technology is commodity. Gone are the days of trying to do something right or taking pride in your work. What I find attractive in retro-computing and such is not necessarily the old computers themselves, but the fact that it's a haven where there is a community of people where these things are still valued and appreciated. Lets do something cool and do it right, and take our time. Instead of the 'ol - oh shit, let me quick hack together this bit of shit code so I can have a shitty update for the next shitty standup meeting. It would appear that once again I couldn't resist a good rant. Aaaanyway - I liked the movie. It was like an abstract painting.