Here is limbo, an abyss where all things forgotten drift. 

Sometimes, a change of pace is needed or a change of view point. I once knew so little of what I wrote, so I took it up on myself to change that. This is no more than an attempt to refine my supposed craft though, in the end, that is entirely left to the audience.

What I write here is in contrast to my previous attempt at my chosen genre and any similarities of course are mere throwback to the past. Remembering is half the process of churning out novelty after all.

Memory is eternal and time is its herald. In in our weakest moments and in solemn places, they return to remind us about the stuff we forget.