''Inauguration,'' how formal. Yet, I feel more at ease in this world of etiquette and customs. Its vile, evil brother, 'colloquial', entails teetering on precarious borderlines. Once you pass underneath the arch of Colloquialville, and find yourself on the other side, you will feel the heavy weight of reliance, friendly insinuations—that are by no means friendly in the benign sense—and obligations. If this view on formal, informal, friends and 'friends' has taken you aback—good! I aim to discomfort. Now, as you might know, sowing such words doesn't exactly enable much positive reaping in the esteem-department; or, in any case, the mindset isn't the most socially pragmatic. With this in mind I turned to paper. To writing. Where the conveying and elaborating of your thoughts is only a pen away; and where you can humour a broad audience against the limitless canvas of your creations. The ticking rain on my window urges me to hurry up. So with no further ado: hello.