Thought
Why are we so intent upon wiping thought from everyone’s mind? Why must everyone be ‘In the Moment’? And more importantly, Why, once we’ve been ‘brought back’ against our will, must we insist upon ourselves staying there, trying desperately to create small talk, so that we don’t relapse into thinking again? Is that the subsistence of our thought? To occupy our mind only until someone else saves us from such an unrequited pursuit? Why do we, as a generation find it easy to talk and toil, but the intricacies of thought are too much for us to handle? A person is sitting alone thinking, having her food, next to a group of people, fairly loud and fairly acquainted with her. Why is it that when someone from this group of people espies her in all her solitude, that her solitude must be broken by any means possible? Why must it be assumed that she is thinking of someone and that said interest s romantic? Is love simply assumed to be the only thing that causes us to think, thought otherwise