What is this place?

Do you have this feeling...this distant, fond, amused, unbelieving, forgotten, and most importantly, disruptive feeling...? This feeling when fragments of what you once were, or thought you were, now floating like space debris on the web, have collided with your present self resulting in a rude awakening into a dream that was? It's like bits and pieces of you were swept away in the wind of time, and trying to gather them all into one heap that you can take with you seems hopeless if not vain. Who was that guy anyway? Time for a template change. Old wine in a new bottle... that you expect has matured over the course of one precious full year and some months of loose change. Not even close. All this time, what was remembered as a promise of a blossoming bouquet realized itself into a stale, cheap odor that can only be attained by a constant neglect. The rawness around the edges, which was once explained away as that of something tasted a few moments before being cooked, led way to a woody dullness. And let's not even get started about the after taste. There is none.

This cannot be a revival. And it won't be. Instead, it is more like the old bones that some people stumble upon when digging for the foundation of a shopping mall. Now, the relatively curious bystander will want to guess - are they the bones of a previous land owner? A prehistoric human, perhaps? Someone who has experienced what it was like to go through all this and who probably has answers to your questions today... could it be? All these are highly exciting but missing the obvious - that bloke's now gone. Gone.For good. All that remains is a bag of old bones, and someone who looks at them, if at all, with the interest of a person browsing yet another consumer catalog at the dentist's waiting room.