Time is limited, but then again it always is, so what I’m saying is nothing out of the ordinary.
It has been far, FAR too many days with no writing of a substantial amount, though what constitutes substantial anyway? I’m not sure and I don’t care to find out. What I do care about ii getting this done and then getting on with things.
It’s not that I don’t want to write; it’s that I am trying to create some sort of false image that will hide my truly warm and kind interior, so therefore when it gets discovered later on down the track through the machinations of plot flow, I reveal myself to be good all along, or something.
I can feel myself writing slower than I would like right now. Oh well.
So I sit here and I do this and I write that and maybe there will be some gawking. It is yet to be determined. I sit here and I act all cool and aloof and distant, but I am reaching out and all that other stuff and maybe it will all collapse in on itself and then there will be nowhere to go. There will be nothing that I can offer and offering nothing is not offering anything, so therefore I don’t know as to what else I can say about the whole thing, so… there you go, or something.
That al; said, it is a nice day outside and a nice day beckons the waking up as opposed to the waking down and I am certainly more awake than I am asleep, and I am also not dreaming, so there you go.
I think that in this particular instance I should offer something a bit more, but I have nothing to offer and offering nothing is what I am aiming to do this morning. There is no context and there is no meaning. There is nothing to find in all of this. It is as devoid of meaning as something that is devoid of meaning and that’s the way that I want it and that is the way that I like it, so there you go and so on and so forth.
And so it just keeps on going. What I’m doing right now is just letting it all flow forward and hoping for something to come forward. I am hoping for something that will lead off the trail. So long as I can do that then I am sure that the rest of the day will be a breeze but that is assuming that there is indeed even a breeze of which will somehow mislead and obfuscate and all of those other things that I am pretending that I want to do and provide as it’s all about something at the end of the day.
So therefore I have nothing to offer and as you can already tell, there is little point in getting to the end of this bit of empty writing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:02:84
Even though it has not been many days since my last writing, this feels a little like getting back on the bike.
Written at home.