One Thousand Word Challenge 75: Wind to a Magical Land

Doing that pressure thing again as I have a bit of time before the going back to the work and the act of working commences. Not enough time to get things I want to get done done (outside of this of course), but enough time to get this done… I think. We’ll see. Don’t know yet.

I think that this wind is getting a little too windy for my liking. Hopefully it goes away sooner rather than later. Hopefully the customers also go away. Actually, some of them have been rather pleasant today. That’s a bonus to sitting here and working, so I guess that not all of it is bad today. Would rather pretend that it is all bad, but I cannot and therefore I have to concede that some people have been rather pleasant and that is always something valued in our customers.

What else is there to say? I don’t really know, if I am to be even more honest. Am going to pretend that I have valuable things to say, but of course we all know that today that is not the case. This is merely a distraction so as to trick you all, though I am going to trick myself at the end of it all as there is no one but myself of which whom I am able to deceive, but we’re not going down that path today. That was done far too recently (as far as I am concerned), so therefore we are not going to do that again. Not today. Maybe some time next year when I forget about the fact that I d0id the thing that involved the deceit of the self. Next year; not this year. Maybe.

Other things that I could cover are the winds, but they seem to be carrying some sort of weight with them and that is something that I would like to explore, so I don’t know as to why I implied that I would not like to explore that. A bit puzzling for my tired brain at the moment, but then again it would be puzzling for me at any given time, so I’m not going to pretend that I am some sort of genius hard done by as there are better things to pretend at this present moment of time, but of course I will not be pretending those things as I don’t want to do so. Got nothing in the imagination bank at the moment, so let me begin this bit of writing by talking about the wind and going from there. Maybe this will pick up.

So anyway, the wing: it’s a thing. Sometimes it is not a thing in certain locations, but often it is a thing somewhere and therefore it is a thing that needs to be contended with. There are a lot of things that need to be contended with and sometimes that is the way things are, though in this case it is… no, it’s the same thing.

Anyway, the wind is blowing and it is picking up things. It picks up steam and picks up wisps of things. It picks up the whispers of the heart and carries them far and away from the source of origin. Sometimes it even picks up the source of origin. Where it will take those things? I do not know. The wind does not know, for it only carries and deposits. Sometimes it withdraws, actually.

So the wind is blowing and it is piking up things and carrying them far and away, off to some sort of magical land where the dancing and the commemoration and all the celebration goes on with reckless abandon. Here things get deposited and thus, now that they are uprooted from familiarity and dropped into the unfamiliar, they are not too content with this new reality of which they did not ask to be a part.

There is no returning. There is no getting out of the situation of which they now find themselves in and therefore they must adapt and coexist with what is around them. Often this is a rather easy thing to do, but for some it is much harder than they had expected. This expectation is, of course, based on initial expectations and realisations. Sometimes it seems easy, but sometimes it is not. However, there is one thing that rings true: always, always, always do the things that get deposited here in this magical land end up in a position of being celebratory, somehow.

However, the wind is cursed at by the people and the objects that inhabit this land, for they did not wish to be uprooted from where they were and some of them miss what they had, only to never be able to return and also unable to let go, therefore forcing their need to adapt far more than they would like. Some would consider this unfair, but not the wind, for the wind considers nothing and only does what it needs to do, or sometimes does not need to do depending on the time of day and the direction in which it just so happens to be moving.

Perhaps there will be a day in where the wind decides to return all of those and that of which it has brought to this land of magic, but until then that and those which are planted there will be forced to stay and therefore will engage in the celebration and the commiseration of their surroundings being what they shall forevermore know, for they have little choice in the matter and therefore just will try and get on with things the best that they can.

Well, that is what I have to say about the wind today. There is little else upon which I can shed light, but let me tell you, I’m just going to get back to what I was doing and hopefully get it all done.

Until next time, this has been some sort of thing.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:47:77

This is silly and serious. What a delirious combination.

Written at home.

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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