A reality of dubiety; my child has grown to an annum’s age & I’ve gone back to the grind – to a whole new game. I’m revisiting the old haunt and puzzle piecing what looks to be question marks into reality checks. this under-guise of mystery history keeps my life’s happenings a curiousity at best, in the unseen un-scene. old habits dying harder unveiling every Krethi und Plethi keeps tabs of agendas. these are days of different shoes over mismatched socks.