Alright, so here I am. I am beginning this with announcing that I am here and I am not there, so yeah.
Today is going to be a long day and it only has just begun. There is a lot to do. There are sounds to explore. I have to stay awake as I am rather tired and need to do a lot of things before the day’s end.
I can see myself in a mirror and I can see as to how tired I am. I need rest, but I must persist in driving forward, for there is driving to be had and I need to tackle the art of driving and then keep on driving forward. I need to get a few things done before the end of the day.
In my appearing tired I can see that it represents my being tired. My hair is a mess. My bags are heavy. My “beard” unkempt. However, other than the bags, this doesn’t represent anything different from “the norm”. All of this is how I often have parts of my appearance. There is no time for grooming when there are things that need doing. Such is the way of things that I inhabit, or something.
I do know that the cold hands that are trying to race across this landscape of keyboard don’t necessarily enjoy the cold, but unfortunately that is something that I need to embrace.
A candle next to me continues to burn, and the flame flickers and dances around its anchored position, vying to get out and spread, yet unable to do so without serious external intervention. Its fate is to continue to burn and burn on it will, for there is no other option. Eventually the wax around it might prevent it from going further… for the time being, at least. Maybe it won’t and the wax will gradually evaporate and move on. I am not sure as to how that works as I don’t spend much time observing candles.
There is a very gentle and cool breeze coming through the window. I’m not sure as to how it is getting in, considering how much of the area outside of the window is not quite open, but I’m sure that there is an explanation that makes sense. It is one that is appreciated as, whilst it is cold, it’s nice and relaxing. It creates a sense of ease and helps everything feel that little bit better. However, it is not too relaxing which is something I rather appreciate as I am not looking to fall asleep at the moment. What I am looking for is a sense of continuation and flow; a sense of something moving to somewhere else, even if locomotion is not something visibly and readily shown. Perhaps that will occur. If it does, I will be happy. Even if it doesn’t, I’ll still be happy to some extent as there still is a foundation from which I can build and move from.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:54
I wrote this a bit earlier, then went back to doing stuff.
On one hand, I need to write more. On the other, I need to write about different things.
Written at home.