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Lo these two months I have been on the lam. In hiding. Hidden in plain sight. Masquerading as a mower of lawns. Deep under cover as a suburban dweller, dwelling in split-level perfection. Grilling dead cows over burning charcoal as the cat takes the life of small critters in the back yard. My digital empire overgrown with the pixelated moss of non-use. Trafficless content sitting quietly in its poorly lit internet ghetto. How like Ulysses I felt when I barged right back to my dashboard only to find not only did no one recognize me, but I did not even recognize myself; that is, I had forgotten my own password. I suspect all that is suspect. I await for that which requires waiting. Biding my time. Rebuilding quietly…