There is a sterile sound around me right now.

The air feels as still as the sound sounds sterile.

I am in a library sitting here. I am meant to be studying so I have some stuff to take with me on a field trip that begins tomorrow.

The study is required as we have to write an essay whilst there and have our references ready beforehand.

Instead I am typing away as I would rather warm up by writing whatever I can write right now. I do not feel like reading.

I feel like writing.

I also feel like remaining at home, lying on my bed in my underpants and being as lazy as possible, but right now that is not possible so instead I am here at university, writing away to warm up which will somehow make it easier for me to find my references that I will need to write an essay that I have not yet even started as I am expected to write it under exam conditions.

FUN!

It’s not a pretty day outside. It’s probably humid.

In here it feels almost dead, sterile and unpleasant.

I’m not sure why.

It still is a lot better than how the library usually feels, which is busy, almost overcrowded and unpleasant.

Oh well.

Maybe this library is just never pleasant to be within.

Who knows?

I don’t.

Or do I?

I do know that soon I will be outside. I know that my university colleague and I have a lot of work to do before we can say that the day is over for us.

I do know that I am sitting here, wearing a gaudy shirt and pretending I know how to do the things that I know.

I don’t know what that sentence was about., but I think that I shall continue on with that train of thought.

how do I know that what I know  is what I know and not in fact what someone else knows?

How do I know what I know?

What if knowing what I know is not actually knowing anything and instead I know not what I know at all?

What if knowing something is not true and instead I know nothing?

How do I know?

How do you know?

What if what I know is what someone else knows and I am merely not knowing anything but instead channeling what someone else knows?

How would I know if what I know is not what I know and instead a whole bunch of things that I have made up that have no real attachment to each other, just simply because I read them?

What if I am going on a tangent for no reason whatsoever?

That is a possibility that I must consider.

Well, I don’t have to, but I must.

Perhaps I should stop and instead get back to doing the things that I should be doing.

Perhaps I should do the work that I need to complete.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:85

Quick!

Back to it, after the next post.

Written at UNSW.