A lot of walking and very little else.

Too much land to cross and not enough land to see.

Endless swathes of nothingness, and yet it all seemed to be so full and crowded at the same time.

Concrete rose and fell over time and distance and hills disappeared as everything flattened out and became distinctly featureless and empty, but there was still so much to see and notice and go over.

Yet, looking out and over revealed nothing that could be seen with any form of ease, but then again they had to admit to themselves that maybe they were seeing nothing by choice rather than by necessity.

Perhaps the tedium was setting in and they were just getting over it all, for the walk had been long and the area had been vast and featureless and there just wasn’t really anything else to go on. Of course, had the way of thinking been changed, the situation may have remained the same. It was difficult to tell, really.

Or was it?

Who knows?

It had been far too long and all of this was just some sort of circular exploration despite the fact that there had been a clear linear path walked throughout this mass of land and blandness. Distinct, utter blandness that did little else other than show how empty it all was, and yet crowd and almost suffocate the whole thing.

Heat gave off in the distance, but only at times and the steps became more and more ragged the further on there had to be a push forward, but of course there was little else that could be done.

Too far along to turn back, too far from the end to continue, but of course the necessity was that of one which involved continuing, and so pushing onward almost aimlessly, and yet driven by something instinctual and automatic they continued.

There was, of course always a choice, but it was certainly a situation that did not seem to warrant such a thing; not even as a passing thought.

On and on and on and soon it became difficult to tell what kind of land it was, for all was becoming a blur. Sand, concrete, forest, plains, water, earth… it no longer mattered.

There only was the push forward to lead on and even though resources were running out and rationing would not slow their decline, there was no time to stop and do something else. There was no time to rest despise being overcome with fatigue, for there needed to be a push through all of the waning energy.

Sweat had stopped pouring from their pores and dry their mouth had grown and so they eventually collapsed and lay there on the ground. They lay there on the surface for a moment before they began to drag themselves along through something that could still only be seen as featureless.

Their having grown parched and in desperate need of sustenance, and yet they still push themselves onward.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:54:99

Started off more land-descriptive (in a sense) and gradually became more of the person, I think.

I think.

Written at UNSW.