"I'm worst at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed..."

In the vacuum of time and space, we reflect on our human existence and the relations that entwine; we get no answers. We sit down and discuss and enjoy the process while what is real or future eludes us. Were there happy moments? Was there ecstasis that lasted overnight and wasn't brushed away by daylight? What remains but colourful snapshots,often blurred by vicious long-term memory and stripped of detail, hidden in our mind's damp drawers?