Remembering one's own trips abroad, how many of those have been dedicated to making it a family reunion, an happening spread over days of normal family life, each second turned into a twirling ballet surging out of long lost affections, frustrations, all coursing through each of those surviving units from a what was called 'family'???

How many from our own midst as each social structure can still swim down deep into their insides attics and ring all those ghosts which keep on hounding the daily necessity of logic life? However one tries to keep the lid upon this slow burn heating up each one's own peat moss pile of untold options discarded each second from one's own day's of choosing what to do/say and not.