Sounds, sounds and more sounds and they all move around the room in a way that comes out of speakers and in those coming out of speakers and there is sound everywhere.

However, I am not intending to talk about sound today. In fact, it would be fair to say that I don’t know as to what it is that I intend to talk about, but I can say that the time is limited and so I need to hurry and get whatever it is that I need to get out out and then move toward the next thing. You know, how it usually goes.

So I write this and crap on about that and then I scratch my head for a little while. I find myself puzzled and despairing over the state of my writing, but I continue on as that is what I always do. I keep on going forward and I keep on hoping for the best. Never expect the worst, but I never know what to expect other than the completion of the writing i0n a manner that implies timeliness.

I hope this implies timeliness.

Sometimes I wonder if I have run out of ideas and there is no going back at this point. Sometimes I wonder if there are other, better things that I could be doing with my time. This blog will come to an end and it likely is to be sooner rather than later, but perhaps I should just end it now and get it out of the way so I can focus on other things. However, that won’t happen right now as I still feel compelled to wrap some things up. I feel compelled to find the right end and then when I have that, that is when this blog will find its end.

Still, I need to do the digging and find other things which can help build to other, other things. I need to look at what is here and what isn’t here and spin it all into some sort of semi-successful creation where the success is measured in how content I am with what it is that I have created rather than how popular it may or may not reveal itself as. I need to do the digging and the diving and I need to find myself lost where I can find myself, but only once I have lost myself enough to know that I can find myself later. Or something.

Sometimes I just throw things at the wall and don’t care if anything sticks and perhaps that is a poor way of going about things, but sometimes that is just what you do. Well, it is just what I do. But you get the idea.

Anyway, I think I’ve said enough over too many words and so I am now going to look at getting other things out of the way. It’s the process of going though things and sometimes going through things is the way forward.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:27:14

Not great. Pretty lackluster.

Written at home.