I have 2 deep thoughts at the moment. 

1. I’ve had an epiphany about shelter animals. I would LOVE to adopt an older dog, or a dog with one eye, or a deaf dog from a shelter. They’re most likely to be put down over the puppies. 

2. I’ve always had an obsession with death. But most recently become infatuated with the fact that once someone dies, the body that you’ve hugged and kissed and loved for years is lifeless, cold and buried under the ground and you’ll never hold them again and they’ll never be able to hear how much you love them.