There’s this thing that I am listening to right now and I thought I wouldn’t listen to it ever. It’s… interesting. Not sure if it is good. However, that does not matter right now. What matters is that the day of work is over and I am doing the thing. Well, now I am doing the thing. There still are other things that need to be done, of course, but right now it is the thing that is being done and doing it is what I will do, unless I do something else, in which case that will then be the thing that I will then do, as the things done are done and then I do the things and they get done and so on and so forth until the end of the day, but perhaps I am overthinking this and need to go back to square one.

Maybe I should instead go to rhombus four. That might prove to be a more prudent and fruitful endeavour and therefore there will be more things done by going there and following that path which could lead to something else and then there might be some hopping leading to more things where there will be the exploration of other things and eventually when a network will reveal itself as something that can be networked, I will find myself at the end of it all and wonder as to what it was all about. Still, perhaps I should just focus on this and that and then look to where the sun leads and follow the illuminated path.

Perhaps there are a lot of things that I should do and I should work out as to how I am going to go about doing them, but right now I am stretching out and doing the thing. The thing that needs to be done is that which requires some sort of attention in the present and it is something of which requires being done, and being done is how it will go down, but perhaps it will not and I am merely leading myself on into a state of being misled, and whose fault is that anyway? Sure, I can point at myself and accept the situation of which I find myself in, but do I really want to do that? Do I really want to be in a position where I have to admit to my mistakes and faults and then carry on living with that weight lifted?

Not really, no.

So the thing is the thing and the thing is the thing that is being done. There are a few things of which the thing does and does not, but rest assured that one of the things the thing involves is its being done, and it is being done, so therefore I am doing it right now and then when it is done it will find itself in a state of completion, though perhaps this state of completion is only a temporary one and therefore the thing that is done will then become undone and I am not sure as to where I will go from there if I am to be honest.

I guess what I would do is do the thing again and perhaps that would find me in good stead with myself, but there is no telling at this particular time of the day. There is no telling at any particular time of the day really, though if I think about it enough, then perhaps it will reveal itself as another path of my choosing of which I will then follow and where it leads is not known to me as of yet as I need to follow it first before I find out anything about it, or something.

Perhaps there is no following at all and the path is following me, for it only appears when I move and unless I am moving it is not there, so therefore there is no path and there is no doing of the thing. There is the thing that is nothing and all actions related to it do not constitute doing, but rather something else of which I cannot fathom right now as I am rather lazy and staying lazy is the way that I will remain, for I’m feeling like being lazy, or something. Something else and so on and so forth, but there you go too.

So anyway, I don’t know as to what I am going on about at this point, but I think that if I keep on going, then perhaps there will be something that makes sense in all of this rambling and nonsense that provides nothing other than more time to waste, though there are more productive ways to waste time. This certainly is not productive, though maybe it is and you just need to see that it is in order to be able to discover the sublime beautify in small gestures provided in a manner that implies acceleration rather than gumption.

Then again, perhaps that is neither here nor there and really what I should be doing is getting back to doing the thing and then getting on with the day as there are other things that need to be done and I am wasting my time by stumbling over my words. However, I am sure that there are other things along the way that may serve as some sort of distraction and perhaps I can embrace those as I run from this, but if I need to do more things along the way in order to do the thing that I am doing. then maybe I’ll just give up. It’s a nice afternoon for reading a book and reading a book is something that I want to do as I have are too many to read at the moment, but that’s all on me.

Well, I guess with that being said I’ll continue to do the thing, but what is the thing anyway?

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:29:02

This was a struggle in places.
Probably was stretching myself too thin.
I feel that although the writing is rather bland and repetitive, I could’ve done a bit more to use those to somehow make the writing interesting.

Written at home.