Alright, so it has been a bit of a nothing day where very little has happened. There were attempts; Oh, there were attempts. However, much was thrown by the wayside as the car kept on speeding off into the ever-increasing distance.
On a more serious note, there was some stuff that was meant to happen but it had to be postponed to tomorrow, but I digress.
So now where to go from here, other than to where the place of location happens to lie off in the approaching location that the location is located?
Of course I could just not do that and keep on going. Keeping on going is always an option. I need to keep that in mind. Not a problem with doing that. Not a problem with doing a lot of things, but that in particular is not a problem to do if I do go ahead and do it, or something.
Then again, maybe I should just stop rambling and get on with it and get off where I should so that there is more, rather than less done. However, that would defeat the purpose of whatever this is and therefore I shall not do that as I must stick to the idea and concept of purpose so that I can get to whatever it is tat I am pretending to get to, or something.
Perhaps I need to ruminate on that something and then fi0nd a way to extrapolate the art of the words that I am looking for. Maybe something profound will reveal itself as a farce and the farce all along was the inner profoundness we found along the way.
Of course in order for this to happen properly there needs to be some sort of long stretch of road and some mountains off in the far distance. Need to make sure that it all goes right so that the lengthy, inner stare outward reaches off beyond a mere curve and slight incline. It needs to go beyond words and it needs to transcend genres.
Then there will be some sort of empty bitterness that is hard to beat, but you still gotta make sure that it somehow is beaten and then the continuation of the continuation can continue. Only then will it all line up and make sense and everything will come into the state of realisation that it needs to be realised within. Suddenly all the pieces will fall into place and it will all make sense and there will be a bit of hurt, but ultimately a weight will be lifted off of the shoulders and finally there will be the walking free of that which held one back.
the road ahead used to look daunting, but now it reveals freedom and the exciting possibilities of the unknown, but that is neither here nor there and of course the main thing to keep on doing right now is driving. There will be stops, but for now it’s just driving onward.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:38
This went somewhere. I guess that’s a change.
Written at home.