We live in the age of copies when everything has already been thought up and invented. And when it seems to you that you have thought of something new, it turns out that somebody else came to it long ago or almost at the same time with you.
The flow of information is so big that it is hard to distinguish who has inspired you – the nature itself or some other creator. Has your creation come from you, your dreams and thoughts or has it been thrown ashore by your memory, like the sea washes to coast a piece of amber, fished in the flood of information of the internet space?
I have no pretensions neither to names nor to faces, I take it as a game.
When everything has already been created all is left is to shake off the burden of inventions and without looking around too much just do the same things your own way, with an easy hand, like playing.