Been up for a while and been doing very little. It’s time to get busy and get the things done. It is time to write this, then the next thing. There are things that need to see completion today and so completion is what I aim for on this particular morning of mornings.
I listen for sounds outside and then I look inside myself. Memories are not triggered, but perhaps that is not the point. Sometimes it feels as though listening is involuntary and that I should try and see if I can stop listening to the various sounds out there, but there is so much rhythm and tone and texture, and so much imagery conjured from what is heard. That imagery might not necessarily be an accurate reflection of the real thing, but perhaps it is a true reflection of the real thing. Don’t know and not going to think about that further… maybe.
Anyway, I sit here and I type this out. I hope for the best, expect the worst and keep on going. I like for things and I see what things out there could be in here, but then I look back at this and decide that perhaps it is best to just think about the words that are coming forward. Maybe I should think about the words and think about how they happen as they happen, and which way they happen. Perhaps I should consider the order in which these words come forward and see how they operate with each other and provide context and meaning in relation to each other.
I try to think of other things but there is no real thinking about thinking today. There is also no real talking about thinking, though maybe there is and all of this is some sort of failed attempt to mask such a thing. There is every possibility that it is and, now that I’m jumping onto this, I am going to pretend that that is indeed the case. Sure, there are other things that are more worthwhile to pretend are the case, but for now let us pretend that this is indeed the case. It makes it easier for me to keep on pretending and working toward the things that I pretend to work toward, but I’m really just rambling and letting whatever it is that comes forward come forward in the hopes that there is something that makes this reading experience an experience involving reading rather than anything that could be classified as coherent. You win some, you lose some, but all of this is somewhere in the middle until it no longer is, forcing me to face up to the fact that all of this writing is achieving little, but then again, does it have to achieve anything? The task today is to get busy and do stuff and doing things is what I am doing, but this doesn’t have to work toward that goal, though it is, so yeah.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:25:65
Feel rather sluggish at the moment and perhaps that is reflected in this writing.
Well, busy time commences.
Written at home.