Alright, here we go.
It is time to present something forward in the hopes that something is presented forward in a state of being forward, but of course I have no idea if that will or will not happen. I don’t know many things, but maybe that is some sort of small comfort of which I am presenting to myself and hopefully that leads to something else that I can present, assuming that I can present anything at all. This is also assuming that I do not prevent whatever it is that I am trying to present, and therefore there will be some sort of misrepresentation of which I have created in my little dimensional pocket of dimensions that I am so trying to desperately avoid in the hopes that I can outrun the zeitgeist of which I prefer to not have a part of.
Which zeitgeist? I am unsure at the moment, but I do know that it will somehow arrive a little alter when I will be somewhere else for the evening and so the hopes are that somehow I dodge the whole thing in an attempt to not be knocked out and get to follow my own destiny up the stairs and around the corner later. However, I don’t really want to do that either so instead I will just go to bed as bed is nice and bed is comfortable and I need sleep as I feel the fatigue encroaching upon me and as such I need sleep sooner rather than alter. It is a terrible affliction, though maybe it is not and I am just trying to buy myself some time before I think of the next thing that I can write that will somehow continue this on, but you see I’ve run out of things and shouldn’t be writing these in the evening as I need sleep sooner rather than later and so I am just trying to get this done, yet somehow looking to create expression in the form of the writing that somehow carries a message that carries across with some sort of ease, but I don’t really know if that will indeed be the case, such as it is that I am not a great writer by any metric.
Anyway, I don’t know as to what else I can say about all of this, other than I tried and perhaps I failed a little tonight, but at the very least there was some component that involved some sort of fun for me and that is something that at the very least I am happy to have experienced, but perhaps I need to try differently next time, lest I get sideswiped by the zeitgeist that I so desperately want to avoid. If I cannot avoid it, then at the very least I should learnt o grapple with it and treat it as some sort of dancing partner and then engage in the dancing and then go from there, wherever “there” shall be.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:40:64
Short and messy. Perhaps a little too repetitive.
Written at home.