She loved dogs

but hated being called

a bitch.
Is our brain a creative or a reactive one? Have I ever had an original thought? Are my thoughts connections or meeting points of previous thoughts that have entered my system? Does every generation think the same things? Fight the same fight? Is our arrrogance of thinking that we are new and modern, our downfall? We always want more. We want to go further. There is no end. Should we just sit still for a while? Everything we need is right here, or is it? Should we break away or fall in? Maybe I’m the reincarnate of those who stayed still, stayed quiet. Maybe I should just stop chaining thoughts to more thoughts, and just watch them come and go. Unlink them. Unlink me from my memories, experiences.