What a Week!

Monday
There's always plenty of proof of evidence. The reason it doesn't help is because those who already have blinders on prefer to play dumb.
We're like frogs being boiled alive, I read in Italy.
I thought that wasn't done anymore, but it still exists.
BTW, the Netherlands is the only country where eating meat and fish is considered unethical. The rest of the world is allowed to continue consuming. The biggest meat eaters are said to be Australia, America, and Argentina (remarkably, all countries whose names begin with an A). Does that make them the biggest animal abusers and polluters?

Tuesday
#steemexclusive isn't a hashtag that belongs to a Steemit app. The idea isn't that crazy, actually. When it comes to hashtags, at least 95% don't know how to use them. It's strange, though, because these are actually the keywords used online to search for something. I suspect it's a complete lack of interest, and the average Steemian doesn't care what nonsense is written underneath.

It's also not easy when one doesn't speak English, logic escapes, and there isn't any will to invest time to ask around.

Wednesday
Plagiarism is something nasty, despicable, still I keep wondering who the biggest plagiarist is, humans or AI. Who plagiarizes whom?

Is it possible more than one person uses the same words, has the same idea at the same time?

Thursday
The photographer is someone with a lot of knowledge. He's creative and even makes his own monocles. I've had wonderful conversations with him in recent weeks. It might take a bit longer, but...I'll definitely use some of his tips and see where it goes.

But what if I'm the photographer again and never paint or write again?

Friday
There's art and art...not beautiful, I once said to the teacher who took us students to a museum and asked what I thought of the artwork...Not beautiful.
She got furious, because I wasn't allowed to say that, since the artist had put heart and soul into it. I wonder if that's necessarily the case. Plenty of art happens by chance, and then a critic invents a story because that makes it admirable and marketable.
None of my works have a name; who knows, maybe that will be the most remarkable about my art soon.

Saturday
The emptiness, the isolation cell, the inner emptiness, the hole you slowly or quickly sink into or rage through... the void.

I feel so empty these past few weeks, you said. It's not always easy to be happy, and I can't remember the last time I laughed.

I love it when you laugh.

Emptiness? Welcome to the club, the youngest replied.

Sunday
Writing down everything that happens in a week provides plenty of food for thought. Now that I'm on the subject: I still don't know why my pens won't draw! I've tried all kinds of pens and paper, but the ink just stops. By the way, I don't remember that problem from the Scribble lessons in Art & Artists @hive-166850. Did you had that problem, @jiva34?

_{Prompts: all 7 if you search you find them
3-3-2026
The photo is mine.}