J. Román Vega, Origins: "Terrestrius Nativus".

American Literature.

It's a beautiful day, a hazy outlook though, because it's amidst self-isolation. When I look out into the dayscape, I'm reminded of those pleasant times, where the color temperature is joyous, and the humidity a third wheel. My aspiration, a Solomonistic view of the mystery of life. My hope, that the rainforest doesn't ruin my parade. I never thought I'd say it, but I have fun wandering aimlessly. Doing is a matter of time and space. I'm always optimistic with new invention. Times have changed. There where amber alerts not too long ago, and now intelligent people are ever so present, creating the common encounter. Thr more specific the data, society seems to collect on each individual, the more it seems I need independance. To me it's all a no brainer, and my burden, is having to tolerate the devil's advocate.