I decided to go in a more macrabe direction this time around and do something in grayscale.

Normally I don't write anything by my work besides for what it is, so this is what I will say: Dumb romantic ideals that our parents tried to teach us in so many simplistic ways intellegent people would never truly understand. In the same way out grandparents did in a common practice that existed since humanity evolved.

So it beckons the question, are we always doomed to repeat the same mistakes and learn nothing from them? Are people just going to eat the younger generations alive forgetting our personal histories?

Chickens do that for survival when the conditions are shit... In some ways... I guess people are like that too.