One Thousand Word Challenge 152: It’s More Rambling

And so it is that I am currently awake, as are others. I sit here and talk about it, but really I’m not talking about anything. These are a series of words that are linked t o form sentences and whilst they have the appearance of meaning, it turns out that they are meaningless.

Now you see, these are just letters and words and symbols and all of those other things. These have no value beyond what it i0s that is assigned to them, and I have no idea as to where I am going with this so I think I’ll stop.

That was a search for inspiration, but there was none to be found and rather than keep on dragging the thing along, I think I’d rather not. There are other, more productive things that I could do with my time and dragging things out to an unnecessary degree is not high on the list of priorities, if I am to be honest. What is high on the list is linking words together to form sentences that have no real substance. That is a real challenge, I think, but then again it might depend on perspective and therefore I probably shouldn’t go too deep into that.

Instead I should just wade around in the shallow pool. No going into the ocean today. The ocean is cold… though maybe it is actually warm. I’ve no idea at the moment. Haven’t been in a few months. Certainly would like to return, however. There certainly is a sense of the romantic when it comes to the ocean and perhaps that is why, but really I just want to swim. I want to be able to take advantage of the fact that I can choose to go for a swim and go for a swim. However, need to wait for the rain to be gone for more than just a few days, lest I risk swimming in sewage. Not complete sewage, but more small matter that may be difficult to discern.

Anyway, it has started raining and I hoped it wouldn’t as I’ve watered the plants and now have wasted water. Realistically I should’ve checked the weather report before doing any watering, but I didn’t, but I won’t accept responsibility for this lack of being on the proverbial ball. I don’t want to and I refuse to and no one can make me. However, what I can be made to do is work and working is something that must be done on a day like today.

It rains and birds still make their birdsong, and it seems more like a lovely day than it doesn’t, and perhaps that is a good thing. Of course I cannot tell entirely due to my window’s view being obscured by a house, but it seems like it will be a nice one and that is always a good thing.

Anyway, it is raining and the rain is continuing. One might say that it is relentless, but it is not loud or violent. Well okay, it is a little loud, but that is not the worst thing i0n the world. There are other things that are far, far worse to have to deal with. This is okay. This is fine. I can deal with this. Sure, it makes it feel like I’m trapped in the house, but right now that’s kind of okay. It’s fine in here. There are worse things that I could be dealing with.

I listen to the rain and hear how it creates a blanket of percussion. It’s almost warm. Not quite, but almost. It is a sound that is as thick as it is thin and it does not echo so much as it does spread evenly. It is everywhere, much like the rain, which makes sense as the sound of the rain hitting things is going to be wherever rain is so long as the source of the sound is the rain and not a recording of the rain, or something that can approximate the sound of rain hitting things, but I digress.

The outside has a dull light, though the sky appears to be a bright grey. Perhaps it could be duller than it already is, but that doesn’t really matter given the general scheme of things, or something.

What does matter is that this is being written and I’ve nothing to say, but perhaps in that having nothing to say I am saying everything there is to say. I’m yet to decide on which makes me sound better, but I’m sure I’ll work it out at some point in the near future. Would rather the near future than the far future, so hopefully it will be the near future. If it is the far future, then there are so many things that could happen in the interim and I don’t know if I want to sit through all of that before working out which of those makes me sound better.

Perhaps neither of them make me sound better.

Anyway, I think I’ve spent enough time considering this and that, and I think there still remains a bit of day left and so I should get on with things and make sure that things are done so that I can do other things. Perhaps there will be none of the things that I am saying that happen, but still need to do the things and get them done and so on and so forth and I don’t know where I’m going with this.

With all of that being said, it is time to write the concluding sentences, but I’ve no idea as to how I will write them. Maybe if I had a pen I’d be guided better through all of this, but I don’t.

Wait; I do.

Maybe if I had a seriously large amount of pens, then I’d be better guided through all of this, but I don’t, so therefore I’ll just have to stumble my way through this.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:02:87

Really not sure as to what I was trying to get across with this, but I do know that it gets across something.

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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