One Thousand Word Challenge 156: Saturday Tired Ramble

The night stretches over and the festivities start, but I am far away from them as I am in the room with the bed and I am beavering away i front of the keyboard to once again set a series of words in an order in order to express some sort of thing that may or may not make sense.

It’s a long night.

It’s a long day and I sit here at the end of it and soon I will find some rest, but I need to get on with things and get them out of the way.

I say that a lot.

What I don’t say a lot is that the winds will carry the fortune of those who choose to ride them. However, how would they ride the winds? Would they ride the winds using boats with sails? Would they glide using various things that allow people to glide? I don’t know and I don’t care, for I am in a room and I am tired and I don’t even know as to hwy I am mentioning that, but I am and therefore I have now said it and, whilst it would be easy enough for me to stop writing this at this particular point and prevent any of what I’ve written from being seen, I won’t as I’ve written it and I do enjoy throwing things into the abyss that is The Internet.

So anyway, I think that I need to find something to talk about, but the only thing that I can find are the boxes that are near me, as there have been arrivals and few departures. Many arrivals, that is, though this box only represents one of these arrivals and I don’t even know why I am mentioning this, so I guess I should rapidly now move onto the next thing before I fall into a pool of my creation.

Maybe that would be a good idea, actually. Maybe I should take a bit of a dive and see where it leads. Maybe it would lead to the ocean, for this is in a cavern of sorts and it leading to the ocean would make sense as the ocean is nearby and visible. However, that is not necessarily guaranteed. This pool could see its source of water sourced from elsewhere. IT could be from somewhere far from the ocean… I think… and thus I could end up swimming underwater for a while. That is not something that I feel like doing as I don’t feel like doing that. Sure, it’s dangerous, but I’d rather not spend a lot of time swimming through a tunnel as that just seems like it could take a while and a while is time I could spend not doing that and instead relaxing somewhere really nice.

I don’t know as to where, however. Maybe on a mountain somewhere. Not on the steep parts mind you, but maybe somewhere where the slope is gentle. However, I wouldn’t want to be too close to the base. I can’t explain why as I don’t have any reason as to why, but I’d much prefer to be somewhere away from the base of the mountain, or at least not too close to the base. It would feel more hidden, maybe.

There’d be a nice river that runs off somewhere and I’d read for a while. Maybe make my breakfast. Maybe occasionally go into town but try to avoid doing so as I’d be in this place to work. Of course there’d be upkeep to worry about, but otherwise there’d be a bit of relaxing and a lot of doing of the things in order to get them done as I still have obligations and all of those other things that I much prefer avoiding than actually doing.

Maybe in my avoiding doing things I can create this mountain myself. I can let everything build up and as it builds up it might build up sediment too. Maybe it would also start attracting various creatures and slowly a habitat would build up and spread all over this mountain of obligation and then as that happens it would grow bigger and then I could have my little residency somewhere on the mountain and slowly work through the obligations until the mountain returns to nothingness. That could be a thing that I could do, but of course that too would require some serious effort and that is not something I’m willing to expend effort on. It is in limited quantities around here and so I must spend it wisely. I want to make sure that I don’t use too much on one thing and would rather spread it out where I can.

Maybe that’s part of the problem, but of course I’m not going to acknowledge that in any way, shape or form. Instead I’m going to go find some snow and go skating and all those other things that people do when they see snow. Maybe I’ll do that for a while and then I’ll come back home and see that I’ve put off things for far too long and thus I’ll need to engage in gnarly combat in order to bring the thing that I’ve created by mistake down.

I don’t want it to come after me, but it might, so I’ll need to do what I can however I can. Otherwise there will be no chance for me and I’ll be forced into tackling whatever it is and whatever I’m going on about.

I think I’ve left the rails quite spectacularly, but there still are so many words that I need to write that I wonder as to why I keep on doing this to myself. Therefore I might just stop right now and in that stopping I will find some sort of peace, or something. I don’t know.

I do know that leaving these to a period of time where I’m tired is not a good idea, so I should stop.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:57:29

There are quite a few issues with this one, but I like how it turned out. Kind of grounded, kind of a bit of fantasy.

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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