The quiet golden hour before the cicadas kick in, just a catch, to really ask ourselves why are we here, in this space, where I will forever be a novice, but forever asking, are we a failed experiment? A forgotten Chile’s that we don’t want to pay alimony? An exercise in futility, exchange for cents that won’t enhance our outcome? A select, unnecessary club, should we share personal stories, or should we be guarded like a three letters secret society? I think it’s pure stagnations with wonderful people! Sorry @ Jack, but cheers to us! 



