Enough of the being lazy and now it is time for the doing the thing that I do all the time, which is being lazy. Gotta do that and get that out of the way so that I can do some other things. Lazy first. Lazy next. Effort later.
It has been raining on and off for a few days now and there is a bit of sun at the moment. It is nice. It is pleasant. It is outside and I am inside. That is the way that these things go. That is fine. There are other things to worry about at the present moment, I don’t know what those things are, but they are there and they are something of which I need to worry about at some point in the future. Whether I do or do not is another story entirely, but right now they will be worried about which I guess makes it not something that is another story entirely, or something.
Yes, it is one of those days where I throw words together and hope for the best. Maybe something will come forward. Maybe something will not. I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m just letting it all flow out and hoping that something comes of all of this, which is something that will happen. What will come of all of this is a mess of messy proportions and untidy dimensions. There will be the spanning and the scanning of the span that emanates from all of this… “writing”… and then hope that somehow there is a little something that can be spotted off in the distance that I can use to make sense of all of whatever this thing is that is coming forward. Maybe there will be a little something extra along with that something and that may be worth visiting too, assuming that is indeed something that can be visited.
There is always the possibility that when I get to where those things are, they will be at the same distance away from me as they were earlier as they are forever fixed at a certain distance away from me so that I can never reach them. which I guess would be rather annoying as it would mean that all of the walking that I did was all for naught, but then again it is about the journey and not so much the destination, though sometimes it is about the destination. In this particular case it is most definitely about the destination and not so much about the journey, so I should do my best to pay attention and therefore find another way to reach that which cannot be reached.
Maybe instead of that I should focus my energy elsewhere and look to see what it is that I can take care of at the present moment and try and reign all of this in so that it makes a little bit more sense. That would require a bit of time, however.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:01:12
Writing whilst tired is not the best idea I’ve had and yet I keep on doing it which leads to whatever this is.
Written at home.