Something something and it has already begun, so the entanglement of words will find itself leaving in and out and creating a patchwork mess of detritus and other ephemera. Eventually there will be such a great clutter that it will be difficult to work out wat word is meant to go with what other word. There will be issues and there may not be any point in trying to untangle any of it anyway due to it probably making little sense in the first place.
However, none of that matters right now. No, what matter is the delicious patterns it forms. By “delicious”, what I really mean is “interesting”.
So anyway, this is happening and it just gets bigger and bigger and eventually there will be no telling as to where it even began. The tangling will be so massive that perhaps you’d be able to use it as a carpet, or something. That would be useful.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that big, though maybe it would be bigger. Maybe you’d be able to use it as both carpet and wallpaper at the same time. Now that could be useful. It could also be a problem, but it could be useful.
Of course there is no telling to the amount of uses that would find themselves being revealed through the increasing tangling of words. Maybe you’d be able to use it to find words that you didn’t even know existed. Of course that would be quite wonderful, but maybe that is also wishful thinking and wishful thinking is something I’d prefer to avoid. It takes up a lot of time and time is not something I want to take up a lot of as there are other things that I need to move toward after this, but of course what I’m doing right now is talking about word whilst using words and hoping that whilst my talking about words creates sentences, I don’t trip up all over myself and lead to the creation of a mess that might prove difficult in trying to make sense of due to how much of a mess it is.
Perhaps what I need to do at this point is start carefully selecting my words so that there is some sort of clarity. From there everything might just be able to be untangled. Perhaps that is even a noble pursuit, somehow. I cannot explain as to how it would be, but it would be and this is what I am choosing to believe in this particular moment, but that’s not important right now. What is important is that I believe this could create some sort of way out and then I could turn back on the whole jumbled mess and reveal just how much sense it could make.
Then again, that requires a lot of work and I don’t feel much like doing much, so perhaps my talents (or lack thereof) might be better served working toward seeing what I can do with the mess.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:25:66
Not as much of a mess as I thought this would be.
Written at home.