the world of swings and roundabouts

In the world of swings and roundabouts not much was happening. "A little up, and "A little down, some had mentioned recently but quiet in the true sense of the word. Deserted to quiet contemplation, goose bumps crept over the skin of one quiet thinker and the train of thought lost for another day. Hopelessness crept the barren plains and all who saw him fell silent for the memory of better times.

Soon friends of friends began to discuss the problems with the vastness. How to manage such things were never discusses and left for dust to sort and settle.