Cold morning once more, but can’t let that stop me as there are things to do and I need to get on with my life, so hopefully the gloves that I am wearing will help me conquer the bitterness of t he encroaching winter, but of course they can only do so much.
I guess it is the same with writing, but at least with the writing I can try and push through and pretend that I’m getting to the bottom of something, or nothing at all, really.
I should probably go to the bathroom right now as I need to go to the bathroom, but that then involves standing up and I’m feeling rather warm. Actually I’m not, but I’m feeling somewhat-comfortable and as such my getting up would remove that feeling of comfort, though of course it would only be temporary and it would mean that once I’ve gone to the bathroom I would no longer need to go to the bathroom for a period of time and that of course would be more relieving… why am I talking about this?
So anyway, I’m here and not there and in the present I exist and I want this ear blockage to do itself in as it’s rather annoying and causing some issues, but of course treatment over time is the only way to truly remove it, so treating it is what I continue to do and waiting is also what I continue to do. Of course I’d much prefer sooner rather than later, but at the same time I’d just rather it be gone.
I think I’d rather a few more things also but that all falls down to hoping and waiting, though some of it doesn’t now that I think about it. Some of it falls on me doing the things and keeping the eyes open for opportunity to further them, but right now it’s all about deciding whether or not I get up or not. Probably should get up sooner rather than alter as that would be more productive to my ability to function right now.
Alright the gloves are now off as they were slowing down my ability to put words together to form sentences. That also is something that I don’t know as to why I wrote, but nit came out and now it is out there and no longer within. I no longer have to worry about its existence as a statement as it is no longer within me and I am no free to continue on with my observations that need some sort of explanation in order to have meaning, or maybe they don’t. Depends on the day, now that I try to think about it and give this writing some sort of coherence in the ultimate form of space where it takes up some, though also none depending on how tangible you consider the words to be.
I mean, it’s not like they exist in a visible form of three dimensions.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:38:21
So in the time between writing and uploading this I’ve spent roughly three hours trying to get the blockage out of my ear. I’ve managed to get part of it out which is good as it was impeding my ability to actually do anything. It’s been fun, let me assure you.
Anyway, I think I like the “realness” of this writing, but that’s about it.
Written at home.