The bohemian mind took a leap to find itself amidst the deep blue oceanic turbulence of self. The aroma of the freshly crushed chicory along with the cocoa beans filled the lungs with a surreal context. Mind raced against the dimension of time trying to break all the Meta physical concepts and take refuge in the arms of a nymphet.

This masturbation of thoughts often yields nothing productive, on contrary leaves behind a residue, pragmatically called as “deep shit”. In the era of “economic slowdown” a must know terminology or an in vogue terminology, I fail to figure out what actually is losing pace. A slowdown of the racing thoughts can effectively bring about a peak in the graph of human deterring factors.

The fluctuations seem to be worse than the ham radio I was planning to make. Have I crossed the sanity perimeter to take a peep at the fantastic, maddening, illusionary world of non metallic concurrence? Or the symphonic cubicles sway to the robotic composition of shackles created by small chips, and all our minds can be incarcerated to that small chip.