Five-Hundred Word Challenge 538: Plant Head in Ceiling

There is a window, or at least a series of windows to the left of my very being in this particular point in space and time.

I sit here. I study. Well, I do not study at this given moment, but soon the study of studying will commence.

Too many assignments, too much time, not enough procrastination.

What kind of old-found hell am I in right now?

Actually, it’s not really hell, now that I think about it. Realistically, saying such a thing is clearly a dramatising of something that can be surmounted with a lot of hard work and focus, but those are both things that I care not to dive into at the moment. Got a lot of other things that I want to do and of course my desire to float away and take care of other things is a much greater ruler in the realm of my being than the desire to get good grades and pass.

Of course, there is a large realm somewhere in there, wherever “there” may be and unless the procrastination and flights of fancy have completely taken over, then there is always a hope for fighting back and letting the focus and the drive and the desire to succeed take over.

But then that is a battle that could go on for far longer than my existence and that is one that may have no clear winner at the end of it all. A battle that sees loss on both sides, but also winning and a complete form of static that makes everything so indistinct.

Then you’d need to find a way to cut a swathe through the static as you’d need to peel it all away to try and get an idea of what is going on and cutting through something that doesn’t necessarily have a physical form is a difficult thing to achieve, so of course I’m talking about a metaphorical static as that is much more interesting than talking about a literal static; at least, for this bit of text it is.

Or is it?

Maybe there is nothing at all to cut through and all I’m doing is trying to paint an image of something that may or may not exist.

Then again, I’m not a painter, unless you consider photography as a form of painting, in which case, I am?

I don’t know. I don’t know what is going on at the moment. I do know that I am racing across the blah blah blah and there is a song in my ears. It is a song that I need to review and it is a review that should have gone up last week, but I also need to work on assignments.

I need to do a lot of things and I’m sure that if I spent less time sitting down doing nothing, I’d get a lot of things done, but there’s no time for that as I need to plant my head in the ceiling.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:23:31

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Written at UNSW.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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