Vivere Militare Est

To live is to fight. Not fight as in kill people. Fight as in struggle. A constant struggle. And even when you win then you lose. But nothing feels worthwhile without struggle. Endeavour confers intensity. When it feels easy, it feels wanting. Everything worthwhile is difficult. Vivere militare est. But not as in kill people.

Dead Dog

I saw a dead dog the other day.

It had been hit by a car.

Its owner was screaming.

The dog was lying in a pool of blood.

Paris swirled on around it.

Its owner screamed.

Waiting For A Bus

I'm waiting for a bus and I'm thinking about nothing.

You can't actually think about nothing so what I'm thinking about is nothing in particular.

Thinking about nothing in particular means that I'm thinking about several things.

So I'm waiting for a bus and I'm thinking about several things.

But I'm not really thinking about several things, several things are going through my head but I'm not reflecting on them.

So I'm waiting for a bus and I'm not thinking about several things.

Not thinking about several things means that I'm not thinking.

And if I'm not thinking then I must be dead.

So why am I waiting for a bus if I'm dead?