It is morning and it has rained and it will rain again. However, none of that matters right now. In fact, one might say that there is little that matters, though of course I am talking about what is confined within the boundaries of this house. Therefore, the house must expand so as to better accommodate more matters so then there is more than little that matters. That said, it’s technically not my house so I don’t think I could get away with making it bigger. The owners might not appreciate that, so instead of doing that I might just not do that and instead get on with other things and also work out what those other things are.

Sure, I could extend the house, but see above. Do not see below as below is where I’m going to descend into gibberish and nothing will change and it will be as it always was. This is a place that does little in the way of change and already the derailing has begun. Might have to build rails in random locations in the hopes that the train lands on them.

No telling what will happen, aside from the writing and the writing coming forward as writing. Other than that it’s all open to whatever.

So anyway maybe I will expand the house and I will conclude as many things that matter to help establish the new foundation. From there I guess I’ll just build a bunch of rooms with no rhyme nor reason for either their placement or existence. That’s just the way things will go and that’s just the way I will roll. However, there will be no rolling, but rather there will be laborious construction and that is what will be embraced and brought forward so that the extensions will see completion.

There will be determination and grease of the elbow, and those two things will dance with each other in a manner that allows things to further themselves. The house will eventually get so big that it will extend itself. It will absorb new materials and in that absorption things will have changed, for no longer will the house need to be carefully built. It will instead need to be monitored to make sure that it grows in the way that it needs to grow so as to be able to be the best house that it can be in any given situation. That is the desire and that is what will hopefully come forward.

Of course there is no telling if any of this will actually work. There are so many things that can go wrong, such as continuing on with this train of thought, but there also are so many things that can go right, and go right is the desire of mine that I so hold dear, so hopefully the whole thing goes well and goes in the right direction so that I can stop going on about it, which is something that I will do soon. Maybe not in this sentence, but perhaps in the next one, which should hopefully signify the change into a different topic in a manner that speaks of a swift and smooth move as it were, but there is still plenty of time and so I will do my best to see what comes out of all of this.

Anyway, I think I’m done writing about that house thing as that is going nowhere and I want to write about something else before I feel completely drained. The day is fading and it is cold but that’s all okay as there still remains plenty of time to get other things done. Getting other things done is always a good thing and that is a thing that I want to feel, but of course I need to get things done.

I need to rest and so on and so forth and right now I don’t know where I’m going with this. I’ve journeyed as far as I can and am awake as much as I need to be and yet I find myself fading out and soon will take a nap, but there are more important things to worry about, but I can’t worry about them right now as I need to worry about this and I need to make sure that I’m making sense.

Perhaps there was too little that matters in this house that is rapidly growing and as such soon it might just collapse into itself. Perhaps there is not enough to sustain the structure and as such I’ve done a great disservice. I feel shame and disappointment within myself and I don’t know as to how I can continue writing on about things that don’t matter in a way that doesn’t matter. Oh, woe is me and all those other things and you get the idea.

I think that perhaps now is the time to think about what it is that I have written here. There are few words left and the time is shrinking by the second, so I need to think about this as quickly as I can and then see how it pertains to the subject at hand. Of course I don’t know if I can, but I will try and I will try in a way that suggests trying. Whether that actually happens or not, however, is another story entirely, for I don’t know if I can do that as now I need to work on cleaning up a house that has become far too big for its own good. It has left a whole lot of debris scattered and strewn over a great distance and this displeases me, but it was my fault and so I need to accept the responsibility of the consequences, so therefore there will be a lot of cleaning going on now.

Well, maybe not right now. I need to do the cleaning, but I am feeling quite lazy and so I might just not right now.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:35:96

Not sure what I was aiming for here, but I can confirm that I was quite tired whilst I was writing this. It felt like a struggle.

Written at home.