So it is currently the time of the morning. That is also known as the morning. Time of the morning. Morning. You get the idea.
So I’m here and I am present but all I want to know about is the beating of the wings against the molecules forming oxygen and the air currents that the birds surf as they glide on above the land of the earth and thus the land of the creatures that are not able to take flight without some sort of external assistance. How does their wings moving in a particular way affect the molecules? Do they move or do they keep on floating on by? Do they do something entirely different? Of course I’m not really asking these questions, but they are interesting to think about, depending on how you go about thinking about them, of course.
There are other interesting things to think about that are out there but this is not what this bit of writing is about. This bit of writing is all about imagery and words being strung together and to be honest I don’t know as to how much longer I can keep this up. I am sitting here and I am writing this and already the idea is losing any form of traction or intrigue that it might hold. Perhaps I am not quite in the right mindset for such thinking. I guess that if that is indeed it case, it is likely due to work staring in a few minutes and thus my need to start work is much more of a priority than writing about stuff that does not involve work. Well, that and also have been doing a bit of editing this morning so I guess I’m more in work mode than I normally would be, which is a good and a bad thing. Hopefully I don’t peter out too early. If I do then work is going to be more of a challenge than usual and I’d rather it not be as the customers are gnashing their teeth a little more than usual and I’m lacking the patience to tolerate it at all times. Such is life. I’ll make do with it, I guess.
Well, actually I will as right now there is little choice, so I guess that the moral of this is that I will get the thing done and once I’ve got the thing done I will commence the job that involves the doing of the work. I think that today might just be a good day. Perhaps it will even be great. I do know that at the very least there will be the achieving of things that do not involve the dealing with the yelling of the customers and the torment of the explanation. Once those other, external things can be worked upon there will be much joy and celebration, but of course it will be on a small scale. Don’t want to be overly-hubristic about what I achieve.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:37:67
I started off wanting to write something silly. Perhaps a bit grandiose. Not sure. Anyway, it ended up devolving into a smattering of words that revealed very little other than surface rambling.
Written at home.