Why does my face feel like it is going to melt off today, if a small gust of wind comes along to carry it away from where it rightfully belongs?

Well, my face does not feel that way, but let us assume that it does.

I then have to ask as to why it does feel that way?

What are the motivations of my face?

What is it trying to achieve?

Is it trying to achieve anything?

Why am I here, sitting down on a seat, wearing a Hawaiian shirt?

Why am I asking questions that have either an answer, or no answer that I care to discover?

That is a good question.

Is it?

Perhaps.

I do know that I am here and not there, unless there is here and here is merely describing there in this moment, although that is unlikely to be the case, unless it is in which case there is a word describing a location that is named after a word used for some sort of indication that I can’t quite figure out right now because I am here and not there, as opposed to there and not here unless here is there and there is here and where I am is where I am not except for certain times of the day in which I habit here and there at separate locations at the same time due to the way that some things seem to work and some other things do not seem to work.

Perhaps work is working its way to work in some sort of wordplay that doesn’t make too much sense unless you view it from a certain angle, meaning that the words will need to be given more than two dimensions to inhabit which will then allow them to be viewed from another angle, although even in two dimensions I imagine that at certain other angles they will be able to be witnessed because of some thing that allows some other thing to happen in some manner that I cannot be bothered to think of right now.

There is a cockatoo and a tiger on my shirt.

Actually, I think that there are a few. However, they only inhabit two dimensions, as opposed to three or more, for they are not either a cockatoo or a tiger but merely a representation through the medium of image of a cockatoo and a tiger respectively, as opposed to the other way as these creatures do not look like each other very much, aside from the fact that they have eyes and are mobile unless they are images, unless they are moving images which are usually seen in the medium of film or television.

Perhaps I am thinking about  this far too much and should get back to doing things that are more relevant, such as buttering myself up and getting ready to seize the day with greasy hands of unjust justice, because that seems like a more sensible endeavor in this moment.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:30:72

Some of this manages to make sense.

Some of it is really bad.

What a cacophony.

Written at work.