Right now I am sitting here trying to work out what it is that I will end up writing today.

I thought that I’d try and write a story, but I’ve not thread to go on this current afternoon.

I think that perhaps I’m a little too relaxed in this given moment, because not only do I want to write a story, but I also want to rant a fair bit as it’s been a little over an hour since I last went on a tangent and it feels a bit odd to not be going on about something that is not that important to go on about at all.

However, I feel somewhat relaxed, perhaps a little too relaxed, a little content and am sitting in a way that makes me feel relaxed for some reason.

Maybe I need to write a little more about the banality of life today, for I am sitting in the same space as I was when I last wrote about the banality of life.

Well, at least I think that I am sitting in the same space.

Perhaps I am not as the spaced has moved on to somewhere else and merely all that I think is that I am sitting in the same space due to it being some sort of perfect replication of where I have previously been.

Perhaps the space never existed and all I am doing is dreaming up its existence.

there are so many questions to ask, and yet there is never enough time to answer them all.

If there was, then it would be fair to say that I have a lot of time to spare, for in order to answer all of the questions I would need to have all of the answers and the only way to have all of the answers is to have more than enough time to be able to know all that there is to know that would allow me to answer all of the questions, assume that there would no longer be any new questions.

But then if there were no new questions, there would probably be no more growth of our knowledge, for questions must be asked in order for us to be able to learn more.

Well, not always. Of course people being people means that we learn from a myriad of ways, but questions are very important. I don’t think that anyone can deny this.

If it weren’t for questions, we would have certain things, such as an object and another object. We may be short on the amount of objects that we have.

That would be a most tragic tragedy indeed, if there ever was one.

It would be so tragic that tragedy would have to reinvent itself as something entirely different, therefore creating a situation where there would be some sort of change.

Well, I think I’m done with prattling on at the moment, so I shall leave you with the closing of this sentence.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:56:14

I started this two times before this came out.

I think that I need to let whatever was trying to get out get out.

Written at university.