Time limits, time constraints, limits on what can be done and all that other stuff and so on and so forth until it all swirls into some sort of vortex of its own insipid disappointment, leading to something far more disappointing and boring than could ever be achieved on its own, or something.

There are things to consider here and the things being considered are “is this worth the time right now?” and “Where does all the time go?”, but really, we all know where the time goes and it is into the past as it passes by the present.

The time is yet to happen in the future. It is waiting then… I think.

So anyway, this vortex of disappointment; what is it full of? Abandoned ideas, dreams, fleeting glimpse of phrases that one decides they will further develop but never get around to doing so. Such is the way of things sometimes. Not all the time; just some of the time.

Already struggling. Not good.

So anyway, there are plenty of things that are contained within this vortex of disappointment: Hot air balloons, phrases, fragments, time, perception, imagery, suggestion, impression, imagination, wheels, cars, tyres, buildings, axles, wielding, dogged stubbornness in order to complete something until it reaches one’s unrealistic standard of satisfaction… there are many things.

There are many more things too, but I won’t get into that right now.

So anyway, this vortex has been collecting all the debris and detritus and a bunch of other stuff too and it has eventually become this thing that is too big to comprehend and so there is little to be done other than get it done and get it out of the way. The way to do that is with a lot of pushing and perhaps some pulling. It’s huge and ridiculous, but with a bit of pushing it can be moved away. Sure, I could start reaching in and see what is  there and work with whatever I pull out. I could do that for a while and feel as though there is little, if anything that I couldn’t use, but a lot of that staff has been cast aside for a reason and therefore it must lie where it lies. It’s not my fault it ended up becoming this thing that is big and ridiculous and too big to comprehend and a whole bunch of other things that I don’t feel like getting into at the present moment as that would mean that I would have to get into them and then from there that would mean I would have to analyse them in a way that would imply some sort of interest and that is not something that I particularly feel like doing right now as I am tired and want to rest, but rest can come later as there are things to do and all that other stuff, so I guess I’ll keep on going about this for a while, but only if I can.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:35:57

Really uneven stuff I think.
There’s potential in this and perhaps I will explore the idea again some other time.

Written at home.