I have an idea. Write a text about ideas. I have the freedom to think about it. This is the magic that spontaneity gives me. The same that the prisoner can grasp in his restricted corner, far from the obvious in the dark. The bubble of confinement (before or after covid?) that the authorities impose on each citizen. My ideas pile up on top of each other because I am spontaneous (a little vino). This present moment similar to the innocence of childhood. I'm probably still a child, because I'm not able to grasp and adapt; um.., I'm not sure about that one. Ah! probably doubt, that's right, I forgot, I was told so many years ago. Because I believe in it, that's it! An unhealthy brainwashing reminiscent of a new 6-inch newborn later. I believe in ideas. Taking a sip is now easier thanks to JR's idea. I do not intend to steal it or buy it, only to pay homage to it by not hiding an ephemeral, but lasting and recyclable complicity. Only to remember that spontaneity gives the opportunity to the idea of thinking that we are all influenced. The difficulty has always been the choice of its "influencers". The concepts are mostly only remodeled with now more scope because of the new energy suckers, the contact networks. Like!
It's aperitif time, see you soon, Yo man!