More ramblings from the day that was.

It was a long day and little was achieved, but I may have made a few people richer, though I highly doubt that was the case as I did not live in some weird fantasy today, though maybe I did.

There was a low rumbling that came from where the rain parted, though when I think about it, that may just have been my music telling me that it was on a song with a low rumbling and thus I probably should have paid more attention to it as now it exists in a space of uncertainty. Sure, I could try and find out what it was, but I’m pretty sure that I already know and I don’t want to do any more prying as, to be honest, I don’t feel like it. I’d much rather do this and then get on with whatever it is that I shall do after this.

It is a little cold outside and a little warm inside and I’m hoping for a little less warmth inside as it’s making me feel a bit drowsy and it is far, FAR too early for me to go to sleep as there is much to be done so I can announce there has been nothing done.

Work was work and as it stretches cross and smothers everything in its path, I could only stand there, mouth agape and powerless to do anything as people fell to its almighty power and ironclad grasp; its menacing look staring out over everything and reducing all to ash and nothingness as it continued to spread on beyond the vanguard of the living lands.

Sometimes I wonder as to how it is that I do what it is that I do. Then I am fortunate to remember that there is plenty of time to do things so long as I make the time to do things, so I continued to make the time and hopefully the time does not make me. That being said, I am not making time, but merely spending it as though it were a currency in strictly limited supply.

The rain is still falling but right now it’s much less raging than it was earlier on in the day. There are less waves, though they still are there. The waves are much calmer now. Perhaps it will get worse later, though maybe it will remain calm from here on and the rest of the rain will gradually decrease and disappear sooner rather than later.

Maybe my speed of writing comes in waves and depends on a number of factors rather than nothing at all. Of course, this is probably quite true and now I’m just trying to come up with whatever it is that I can come up with, but I think that somehow the point still stands and this will all make sense at the end of it all as what I am currently writing is, really not much to write about at all. This is just a series of thoughts that perhaps are not connected and as such they will be easier to make sense of, or something.

Now it is time for the derailing of everything, but I don’t know as to how I will be able to achieve this. I don’t even know if I want to achieve this. I think hat there are other things that I need to worry about at the moment.

The music that is playing is peaceful. It is, as far as I am concerned, great music. However, the person who created the music is best not described as a great person. In a way this makes me feel conflicted. I don’t necessarily see an issue with listening to the music, however, so long as I am willing to discuss the issues surrounding said person and their implications and ramifications. I feel that those kinds of conversations are as important as discussing the art itself. It’s not a simple thing that can easily be summarised and so much thought needs to go into it so as to be able to be concise.

Soon the sun will set, if you consider in around an hour to be soon. I will miss it due to the sky being quite coated in clouds at the current moment, and to be honest I’m already with that for now. There are other things that I would like to take care of that I’ve put off for too long and so those things will be taken care of instead. I will do my best, though perhaps it will be my worst that is done and of course I cannot discount that, so therefore I will just try to do things and not worry about missing the sunset.

I feel as though the longer this bit of writing has gone on, the more grounded and less fantastic it has grown and perhaps that is a missed opportunity. However, rather than focus on what I’ve missed out on here, I would rather focus on continuing the writing so that I get to the end of it and capture the sense of expression that I am trying to capture. This is assuming that there is any sense of expression at all, as perhaps there may be none whatsoever and I’ve done that thing where I do the thing with the rambling instead.

Soon I will be getting up and moving into another room. I will move in space and time into another location. I will be spatially displaced from where I commenced the journey, and that is the way that it should be. However, it doesn’t matter that much. What matters is that I find my way elsewhere and take care of whatever else it is that I need to take care of and then rest for the evening, for I’ve done very little other than work and feed the work beast, and doing very little is an exceptionally tiring endeavour.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:00:61

Just wanted to see if I could put a few somewhat-non-connected things together.

Written at home.