HiveComb

I have been interested in chess for quite some time, even though I am not very good at it. I have learned over time by playing with friends or online. I have always been interested in anything physical and visual, such as board games and strategy games, which make me feel smart. Their function in my life is that I appreciate their existence, the unique chess pieces, the chessboard patterns, and taking turns, bring me to a meaning of life that is full of strategy, but sometimes I find that what I want does not match reality. Again, I return to the game of chess, which is unpredictable, especially when my opponent is also good at playing. Then there is a lone wolf, far from the pack, where wolves are supposed to live in groups. Perhaps it shouldn't be that way. I can take that as a lesson, perhaps positioning myself as that wolf. To me, it looks cool. Then there is also a loyal dog and a friend who is always there. Loneliness teaches me many things, such as the joy of solitude and being lost in my thoughts. I am adrift, I wander, I search and hope that truth exists, but in reality, truth only exists in my mind, where in the eyes of others it may not be true and may even be immoral. Morality is possessed by humans and drives humans to always be fair, and justice is only for those who are oppressed. For the victors, even fairness does not exist, only after being oppressed do they demand justice. Now I feel immoral, where heaven and hell grow blurred in my vision, but goodness will remain good even if evil must exist for goodness to persist in this world that is truly unpredictable. Life for me is filled with uncertainty, constantly changing, it seems it must be embraced with all its possibilities, savour the feeling of this anxiety, I delve into it until my heart grows weary. Oh, and in the end, we will all live alone, abandoned by someone, and death itself is true solitude, something that should be so. Birth is also solitude, even though some are born as twins, but consciousness is still solitude. Even in the form of sperm, it swims alone towards the egg and succeeds in reaching the finish line alone, even though the process is shared with others. Haha, what am I typing here? The point is, I still want to keep typing, and yes, I'm alone, sipping my black coffee without sugar, but being alone isn't always fun. I need something to talk about, even if it's just through this typing. But you're there reading it, even if you don't finish it or just open this page. To me, you're also reading my writing alone, right? Hahaha.

Okay, I created this collage entirely using Paint.net, taking images from public domain site and using a free font called Chomsky and Boska.

Here are the steps I took, which I turned into a GIF :