The coffee was good and now it is time to get into the meat of it all, but that keeps on moving away and so I must chase after it and see where it leads me.

I head on over the obstacles in the house and step outside, chasing after the meat of it all. I turn and go down the street and away from my home and I keep on following and trying to catch up, but of course it constantly remains out of reach, but I must keep on trying to catch it and grapple with what it presents and what it is so that I can dive deeper and go further than before, or something to similar effect.

And so I leave the confines of the suburb and keep on following and try to catch up, and keep on going and eventually reach the boundaries of the city known as Sydney. I keep on moving and keep on trying to get closer but it still remains out of reach. The endeavor seems hopeless, but I have to keep on going and have to keep on trying.

The view changes and shifts and gradually the buildings fall away and reveal more vegetation. Up into the hills and the mountains I keep on going and following. There still remains the idea of suburbia, but at this point it is severely diminished when compared to what there was prior to the leaving of the confines of the city.

The sound of traffic is near, but it too soon drops away as I am led along a path leading away from the veins of vehicular traversal. Away from anything resembling suburbia I go and further and further into the bush I move. No longer are the buildings part of the confinement, but now the trees and the earth and the sky have become more prominent, and rather than confining they feel more freeing, but still I must keep on going and I keep on trying to get into the meat of it all, but of course it still stays ahead.

Soon it leaves the solidarity of gravity and floats away and I to do the same. I lift off and begin to float along and be carried away. Farther and farther off the ground until the area I was in appears small, but the area surrounding it remains massive and nigh-overwhelming.

I float along and try to catch up to that which is ahead of me. I try to catch up to the meat of it all, but of course it remains ahead until it finally stops.

I have returned to near where I started and finally I have caught up to that which I was chasing. I don’t have the time to prepare and I don’t need it. There is a city underneath me and it appears both large and small. I dive into the meat of it all, and in my return to earth I end up back home.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:01:94

This feels kind of light.

I imagine that if I spent a lot of time on writing this thing out and extended it beyond five-hundred words, there would be a lot more detail and it would be more clearly about missing the things whilst chasing something that need not be chased, or something to similar effect. Maybe.

Written at home.