It's kinda like a water spot on the ceiling that you didn't really notice. Or maybe you did, but you didn't think about it much. It catches your eye every so often, and maybe, you briefly try to remember if it was always that size, and work out what's directly above it that might be the cause, but then quickly move on to something else. Meanwhile, the slow creep of rot continues, until one day, the ceiling collapses and you are lost under a pile of shit, the pieces of your crappy life.