What an Artist Wants from this World

 As an artist I had always tried to break the rules. There had never been a reason for me to follow any norms or things that others do. Originality was my core principle. This led to one big question if I thought I needed to be original and not following in other people's footpaths, then hadn't it been sin that I am actually using English language, invented by English men over about a million years ago? Even this bluetooth keyboard utilized the radio wave called Bluetooth, invented in 1989 by Nils Rydbeck, CTO at Ericsson Mobile in Lund, Sweden. Radio waves was invented by Guglielmo Marconi: not the pasta that was used to cook with tons of cheese, but an Italian inventor, who proved the feasibility of radio communication. This mother jammer sent and received his first radio signal in Italy in 1895. Keyboard was invented by someone who got inspired by the typewritter, which was invented by Americans Christopher Latham Sholes, Frank Haven Hall, Carlos Glidden and Samuel W. Soule in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Still, as an artist, I had always sought to create something original, not having anything to do with other people's thoughts, nor has it to do with the flow of time. My verdict now, is, I give up. There is no such thing. We were born from dinosaurs' jizz, and we will end up getting absorbed by an A.I. in the forms of consciousness. Heck our dirty fantasies will also disappear in the judgements and arms of a robot in the next century. There is nothing we can do; we are but recycled stuff. Nothing is original. Everyone is going to face absorption and expiration by the flow of nature. This sounds so depressed but relieving at the same time, due to the omnipresence of death and virus. No more thoughts for today.