Frost on the window that slowly dissipates is what I can see at the moment. It blurs things; makes them more of an impression of themselves, though only when it is quite thick.
Actually not sure if that is frost or condensation. Probably condensation. Anyway.
It blurs and smears the image of what is outside, though not entirely. In some ways it also softens the image. Softening might be better than blurring as blurring does not seem to diminish the brightness of sunlight shining off of something. The sunlight that is visible through the hitting of objects almost seems more harsh than usual, and this of course is not something that I find appreciable as when I turn my head the wrong way I see that light and it hits the eyes in a way that is most uncomfortable, which means that I should probably stop looking at that light and instead look at other things so as to be able to see those other things. Need to preserve eyesight to the best of my ability and all that other stuff.
I sit here and I type this out, but I feel as though all that I am really doing is not really typing anything out so much as I am just vomiting words onto an empty page, rendering it less empty and not full. There still remains plenty of space but that is not something I want to get into too much. There are other things that I need to get into, but instead of those I probably will instead focus on this and get this out of the way and then move toward the other things, but I’ve said that far too many times before and so we all know as to how all of this will go at this point. We all know that this will go nowhere and due to that going nowhere, I will not get anywhere. I will continue to rev the engine but not take the vehicle in question out of parking mode. Doing so might be far too easy and who wants some sort of ease in this day and age? Who would not want to challenge themselves by writing the same thing over and over until they cannot write it anymore, then decide to shift direction by writing the same thing over and over again? Who would not want to do that?
I cannot think of any reason as to why anyone would want to do anything different. Such an idea is baffling to the senses and so I continue to do the thing that I don’t want to do so as to be able to do it and get on with the other things and all that other stuff. I do it because I don’t know why I do it, but at least I’m no longer staring out a window that has a form of sunlight that is harsh to the eyes visible from a certain angle.
Probably will, however.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:76
Fast, though this is more mess stuff that doesn’t really go anywhere.
Written at home.