All people are simply the sum of their thoughts and the pictures of the past as seen through their own eyes and lives, whether those lives were important to the rest of the world or simply important to that solitary person. And, of course, we all stand alone. Alone, regardless of the crowds and hoards of people that surround us. Alone, regardless of those we imagine that do and will support us. Alone. Against the mass of teeming life that seeks only to support and replicate itself.
There is nothing about this that is linear. Thoughts and memory are fugitives from time and there is not a single thing that is close to being in sequence. And out of that sea of memory, primordial it could be, some things are picked and others not. And as magpies choose the brightest things they see with which to line their nests, so it will be with all of this.
And it all comes from the inside of a single head: memory, observation, rumination. All, that is, unless it is “quoted” and noted.
Who knows what will happen next?
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