Spawned expectations. I must write a lot more. Dig deeper into the bed rock. Whatever treasure I hook I invest in self identification. Isn’t that what it is all about? Finding self in every sun. Like pinky and the brain doing it all over again everyday. Sisyphus maybe relentless in futility. Mediocre never solved anything. Halfway didn’t find the truth. Maybe September will be unencrypted like our brave new tech. We thought we were hidden in the shade. We thought wrong.