And so it begins. The word count is working and so I need to take advantage of the situation. I need to make the most of the time that I currently have so that when I cannot do so later, I worry less about what it is that I am trying to not worry about, which is not doing enough, though some would say that enough is plenty and I’m worrying about the wrong thing. However, I won’t get into that at the moment as right now I am racing against myself.
I’m not trying to get under the minute count of four this morning; I’m just trying to create something meaningless and also trying to make sure that it comes off as meaningless. I need to make sure so that I can get other things done, or something.
Not sure as to what I am going on about here, but I think the idea might be coming across in some manner that makes sure that it is as felt as it is heard. However, there is no hearing these words unless you hear them through some manner of hearing them being said, or something. I don’t know as to where I am going with this, but I do know that my typing is speeding up a little at the moment and hopefully that means there will be the making up of lost time.
However, there is no time lost at the end of the day as every moment is felt, even if it is not felt. Every bit of time spent existing is time spent well. Of course there is a bit more nuance to the whole thing and I need to acknowledge that, but I would rather play with basic things at the moment. I don’t want to dive into meaning; I just want to drive forward and see what it is that comes forward.
I don’t want to play with language but I do know that I want to write more and all of that other stuff. Need to make sure that I’m not stretching myself thin, however; don’t want to see Stupidity Hole reach its end and then be too worn out to feel like writing after. That would be a bit of a waste, though maybe it would be a good thing also. Not sure and don’t want to think about that at the moment. What I do want to do is keep on doing this for the time being, then move to the next thing and see what happens with the next thing, which might just see some more creation.
Then again, maybe there will be no creation at all at the end of all of this and I shall not lift a single finger toward anything that resembles the act of creating in what I would claim as an artistic endeavour. That all said though, I’m just rambling and I need to get to the next thing before it gets away from me.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:48:05
There was a lengthy pause whilst writing this.
Didn’t pay off in any way, but sometimes that’s what happens.
Written at home.