Puppies

Hello hive world...
Dear puppies, I have looked at you for a long time. I was there hidden in the dark and I watched you play, hidden in the dark like a carrion, like a spy who studies the enemy, like a thief who is waiting for the right moment, like a terrorist who looks at a distance and makes his plans. I looked at you speechless, moved by you, dear puppies of my kind, and then also disgusted by you who were there helpless an inch from my nose. You are weakened puppies. You are scared and alone. You are greedy. You are full. You are emptied. You are exhausted. You are defeated. I looked at you from almost nausea, from all that darkness: I remembered an ancient childhood unhappiness, an ancient fear. I remembered well that being among the others, lost, alone. I remembered my fear, looking at yours. I remembered my gaze well, as if I had always seen it from the outside: startled, I almost didn't believe I was in this world, I couldn't explain it to myself, the world, I couldn't understand it. As I fell, from the height I fell very low, very sideways, in the world of men and women. In the world of brick houses. In the world where you work and eat and sleep and poop every day and every day you pee so many times and eat and sleep and wash your face.