The way I see it, you get one or two good ideas. That’s it. Maybe three if you’re special or well-bred or whatever. Original ideas, I mean. Ones that could matter. No one cares if you have a brilliant idea to dye your hair or give your life to Jesus or start selling drugs. I’m talking ideas ideas. Not decisions. Ideas.
Everything else is copying. Someone said that. Rosalind Krauss, maybe. Everything is a copy, and sure, it’s more than that, most of life is you putting your super-special gold star sticker on other people’s ideas and calling it your own, but that’s nothing new or profound. If a stranger heard your gold-starred idea, or the thousands or millions of other people who also copied that idea from the thousands or millions of other people who copied that idea from the one or two or hundred people who first came up with the idea, they wouldn’t give a shit about yours. It’s just another repeat. Die Hard 435. Mario Party 10,000. Air Bud: Ping Paws.