And so once more a day has gone by and we slowly transition into the phase of the day known as the evening, which usually arrives after the phase known as afternoon. It still actually is the afternoon period at the moment, but the afternoon will soon take its exit and thus the evening will be here. Hopefully it will be on time as we don’t want to see the space left empty.
Today has been somewhat-productive. There has been a lot of thinking, a lot of analysing and a lot of thinking. There has been some going outside, but not much. Can’t always go outside. Sometimes you need to spend time inside in order to appreciate outside and vice versa; at least, that is what I think they say. I don’t know, myself. Never really been a person for knowing, but hopefully there is some understanding within my being of physical existence.
There probably are some other things that I could be doing at this moment, but right now I feel like writing in a manner that does not involve the act of talking about music, which is what I’ve been doing for a good chunk of this afternoon. Will get back into it very shortly, but right now it’s kind of a rest whilst keeping the hands warm, or something to similar effect. Just taking it easy and wasting time before I get back into the meat of what it is that I am doing, assuming there is any proverbial meat left, of course. A good chance that there is none as right now it is all editing and trying to clean up all the stuff I need to clean up so that I can write more things, but it’s all coming along smoothly… hopefully.
I really need to think of other things to write about right now, but this will do. There isn’t much left to go anyway. Only a few more words… or at least that is what I am leading you to believe, for you see there is a secret deception afoot at hand. I am planning on deceiving you by writing a little longer than what I am implying by the sentence I typed out just before. You’ll be lulled into a false sense of security, then bam! Many more words will approach your eyes and you will be in a position to read on, decrying how easily you were deceived and wondering where this intolerable mass of a mess of words will end. I can tell you where it will end, but that too is a deception as it never ends. Fooled again!
Yes; this thing just goes on and on and there is no stopping it. There is no telling as to where it will finally find an end, for all it is is a series of segments in what might just be one of the most average-to-dull-to-intolerable exercises in writing a continuous thread of nothingness! Or at least that is what I am going to pretend it is for at the end of the day that is not what it is at all and thus I have deluded myself, thus deceiving myself. Self-fooled! It happens sometimes, but that’s the way the river flows when you’re not looking.
So anyway, there is deception and you will be deceived, but of course in the attempts to deceive you, the reader, I will have also deceived myself. This writing is so brilliantly-witty, yet utterly meaningless but I cannot fathom the meaninglessness that I myself am creating, for I am blind to my own flights of fancy and thus cannot see how I am producing nothing at all. Maybe you can, but I cannot. However, you may see it but you are just as trapped as I am, thus leading to you being just as rapt as I am trapped and it’s all a vicious cycle that I want to get out of so I can get back to whatever it is that I am meant to be doing. However, I have been here for so long that I cannot remember what it is that I am meant to be doing and so I am just going to try and find my way out of whatever this mess is. I am sure that there is an exit somewhere; I just need to find out where it is. I saw it on the way in, but maybe it has moved to somewhere else.
If the exit has exited, then what am I to do other than wait and keep the illusion up and hopefully keep you reading up until this point? I think I am getting a bit nervous now. That is not what I want to happen. I want to keep the illusion up in the hopes that there is no revealing of my hand and thus revealing the whole act of trickery and fooling. If I fail in this, then perhaps I am doomed to be revealed to all and thus I am the one who will be aware of the trickery, for unintentionally I have committed treachery toward my own being of existence and thus I am the one who will have to admit that I indeed was fooled. All will be revealed and thus I will have nowhere to go other than forward, or something.
Perhaps it will be some sort of cathartic moment where in the shame of realisation of what I have done to myself, I will finally be able to grow as a person as there no longer will be some sort of weight that I have been carrying around on my shoulders, even though there was no weight at all, for the trickery here is to gain the sympathy and create some sort of arc before you’re all lulled once more into a false sense of security. Whilst you are all deceived, I will find my fiendish plot most devilish.
With that done, it’s time to abscond post-haste!
The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:20:68
I felt like writing some sort of nonsense before getting back to editing. I really like how this turned out. Happy with the speed and happy with the silliness of what I wrote. Could use less repetition, but I think the flow works for what I was writing.
Written at home.