Piracy

I steal, therefore I am a thief. I rationalize: we all steal, everything's derivative. Art, stories taken from real life, fiction created out of fact. This much, I know is true. I have writings upon writings, mountain ranges beyond mountains of thoughts and ancient postings. They accrue and moulder, or whatever things do in cyberspace. And now I am using them as pieces of a larger framework. Old pieces tied together with the new. I am redeeming them like books filled up with green stamps from the supermarket, hoping to win my own reward with points from my own thefts or purchases. Yes, I am pirating my journal of thoughts, happily, thankfully, without remorse. This writer is a thief!