Oh, behold!

It is that thing that I was looking for.

That is what one person said to another.

Are you sure that that is what you were looking for?
Why yes, it is.
What is it?
It is entropy!

Hooray!

The two people celebrated as entropy took over their lives and they slowly slipped into a pattern of lacking a pattern. It was well beyond their control and this was something that they were grateful for, for some reason.

Perhaps they were looking for a break from the monotony of the regular life and in letting one of them find what they were looking for, both of them were able to get the break that they so wanted and therefore let themselves go into a repetitive pattern of lacking a pattern and all the monotony that came with that.

Having the unpredictability was something that gradually became predictable, so one of them decided that the best course of action was to go back to working a dull job doing something that they didn’t like as that way there was a little bit more control in their lives.

The other one decided that the best course of action to take in accordance of the process of reacting was to write books, or something. No one really cared at that point. The person certainly did not, but at least they were doing something that was productive. This of course allowed them to find some more meaning in their lives beyond something that was just falling from one scene to the next and wandering around aimlessly, wondering as to what was waiting around the corner.

After a while, the job once more became something that needed to be escaped from, so the person working the job decided that it would be better to quit their job and wander the earth. The other one who was writing books got tired of writing books so instead they decided that their best course of action was to spend time swimming rather than writing.

There was a new experience for both of these two people, but of course after a while the wandering  became tiresome and swimming became a bit of a chore, so once more they hopped onto something else, followed by something else, followed by something else.

This continued on for a while.
The two people could not find something to settle upon and thus they could only continue to jump around, trying to find something that would provide a thrill for longer than just a brief period of time.

Of course, there was plenty that could have remained exciting had they bothered to get over a few hurdles, but they were not willing to devote as much time as was required to any of the things that they pursued. There was a lot out there, but it all became too repetitive and dull for them to realise the depths of which they could have explored.

Thus they both sunk into entropy without realising.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:26:28

Hm.

A classic tale of a person writing in order to try and find something out there to write about, or something.

Written in Redfern.