somehow i suspect one could make psychoanalytic hay from this observation. something about grief and its converse voraciousness.
i don't know what that would have to do with anything though although i wonder if it has to have anything to do with anything or if ideas spinning off by themselves are worth the time taken to think them.
ideas don't spin off by themselves of course they only seem to and i wonder if it is my job to pick up the threads in between and follow them around.