It's a trick, take the axe...

things cannot be created.

Picasso did not paint from his mind. Hemingway did not write from his heart. Einstein did not think new thoughts. Every idea ever thought, every plan ever made, every heart ever broken has been done. the idea occurs to us over and over, like a cross-generational deja-vu.

the human civilization thinks in a circle.

you can't make waves.
you can't make due.
you can't make time.

instead, you pander to an already existent, scrutinized, and well-thought out idea.

you just don't know it yet.

We fly under this false banner, this loaded pretense that we are the inventors. that no one ever thought quite like us. that we are different. that we are the ever-changing american dream.

we own the byline. forever.

creative licence is just a twisted form of plagiarism.

everything is one thousand times removed from original.

just like you.