Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1006: Notion of Sense

And so the morning begins and all of that other stuff. It is cold but that’s fine. It’s fine for it to be cold. I can make myself warm and that is fine. What isn’t fine is that this rainfall is needed more inland than it is and as such there may be some further issues related to a lack of water, but you do your best and you persevere in whatever way that you can, and keep on hoping and work toward doing things better and all of that other stuff.

However, none of that is what I want to discuss right now. I don’t want to discuss anything in particular, really, but what I do want to do is throw a bunch of things together and create a patchwork mess of words and a tangled web of sentences. I don’t want this to make any sort of easy sense. Perhaps I don’t want this to make any sense at all. However, try as I might, there is a good chance that what I write will make sense, or at least form the idea of sense and all those other things and so on and so forth and you get the idea.

How do I escape this notion of sense? How do I get away from it all? How do I move beyond sense and makes sure that this is all garbled and messy and all of those other things? You see, the issue that I face this morning is that, try as I might, I’m finding it more difficult to string a bunch of words together in a way that does not make sense. I find that it is actually an endeavour that consumes far more time than I have to provide to such an endeavour right now, so I guess that I might be a little bit trapped and as such I can keep on trying, but there is no getting there right now.

Maybe it speaks volumes about the day ahead and my state of mind, which seems to be one prepared for working through a day that casts itself forward in a manner of seriousness. There is little, if any time available to be silly and let loose, but even then I think I’d struggle a bit, or a lot as intentionally creating a mess of things can be difficult on the odd occasion. Still, I can keep on trying.

Maybe right now it would be easier to will the rain to where it is needed most. Maybe that would be the best thing to do with the limited time I have before everything kicks into a high gear of sorts. Now, to be honest, I don’t know as to how I would go about doing this, but I’m sure that there is a way of doing so that would involve some sort of success so long as I tried and not any pure coincidence.

Then again, something something and so I’ll keep on hoping.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:19

I don’t know why I waited close to twelve hours to share this.
Probably laziness.

Anyway, here is a writing I wrote earlier. It kind of works.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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