The day ticks away and I sit here and I write about it. I drink some tea and then I get on with things and I try to think of what words I can combine in a way that gives some sort of meaning to it all. Then again, who am I to dole out meaning?
Am I really one who can give meaning? Do I really allow myself such arrogance to delude myself into succeeding where I feel others have not? Who then sets the bar? It couldn’t be anyone else, because who could so as to be able to ensure that I am able to achieve in this regard?
So anyway I’m feeling a little bored and I’m knocking this out in a way that doesn’t allow a full investment into what it is that I am writing, but I continue as I am yet to reach the final stop on this track. Likely soon though.
Anyway, the weather has been heavy, but then again, it seldom isn’t heavy, but then again, maybe it seldom is heavy and recent memory makes me think it seldom is not. Funny how that can work. Right now it’s alright; just a bit grey and dreary, but at the same time it is relaxing in a manner, and that is fine. The day is slow anyway and it seems to add to the general atmosphere of what is and is not happening, and very little is happening so it seems to be an appropriate state of weather for this day of little in the way of events that could be described as out of the ordinary.
Even in terms of ordinary the day seems to trundle along in a manner that suggests as little as it implies, but of course there is quote a lot that is happening but I just so happen to be relatively unaware of it all as in this room there is little of what is out there. Even though there is a whole world at my fingertips, all I can see and do and work with right now is what is right in front of me and so therefore that is what I will do, but eventually I will not and instead find other things to do as there are other things and all that other stuff.
I think that it is now time to think about the outside again, and maybe visit it, as I’ve been in this room for far too long and now I want to write in a lofty manner, but my words slide out in a way that lacks the loftiness needed to keep on writing so I guess that instead of all of that I’ll just think of what the ending of this writing should be and then I’ll run with that for a while.
Either that or not run with it and admit that I’m running on empty and then go back to twiddling my thumbs in a dull manner.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:43:88
I think that, had I picked something I wrote in this and stuck with it, then this would have maybe sort of worked. Maybe.
Written at home.