The thing works so I’m going ahead with the doing of the writing. Soon the light shall fade so I need to work fast and get all that I can down on this bit of screen. Of course I could switch on the light, but where would the fun in that be? There’s less pressure to get this done if I do that and right now I probably need the pressure, so therefore I ride the pressure and I let it carry me toward some sort of success in getting this thing written.
At least, that is what I tell myself.
Shadows draw long and I set here as I bang all of this out and I hope that it gets a little cooler as it is quite warm in here and it being quite warm in here is not something I desire to experience, so therefore I need to work quickly so as to be able to get all of this out of the way. I need to work quickly so I can still see the keyboard and I need to work quickly so I can go somewhere cooler.
Why have I put myself in this situation? Why have I done this to myself? The solution is so straightforward and yet I refuse to embrace it and instead stubbornly march onward into something that I don’t need to do. I express myself with leaden steps and I sluggishly move forward, gradually slowing down through error and other things leading to more error. However, the sunset approaches and it is lovely in a way. It is expressive and in its expressiveness it expresses something that I consider expressive, so therefore that is something that is nice and having that nice thing makes some of this a bit better. Still, I keep on writing and I keep turning my head, but move it back to the screen and the keyboard as I need to be able to see what it is that I am doing. As such, the sunset seems more like a quick still; I get a flicker of it and then I keep on going with whatever this is.
I think that that may be enough for one day but I need to keep on going as there still remains many words that need to be written and of course I am only one person, but I am writing them out and in writing them I am continuing on with the act of expression and I am expressing in an inefficient and perhaps unwieldy manner, but I persist as that is what I do and so therefore I will keep on going forward to wherever all of this leads me, and there is a nice sunset that I will soon check out as it is outside and I want to see it so maybe I’ll go outside and have a quick look, then go back inside and do something else.
Then again, maybe I’ll just keep on going instead.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:21:51
This felt slower than it was and I think it was due to trying to grasp onto whatever I could.
Written at home.