No love lost between me and all of you, right?

So this place lay all barren and unattended to for quite sometime. Things just keep getting born in the most placid of times. You keep getting older and more stupid with each passing day.

Imagine a seething pot of concoctions. Imagine all its ingredients , boiling all the while you are busy loitering around in your kitchen. Or the usual boredom that cheeks in after knowing people for so long as to render them inconspicuous... life is like that. No matter how long you slouch in the beaten and worn paths of your everyday life, things just keep on cooking.

I believe all of you still are very much alive and kicking out here. At any rate, the world keeps moving though we think it has ceased to exist from the moment we have taken our eyes off it.