I’m heading out shortly and I’m wondering to myself as to whether I should write due to how I’m on a bit of a timer, but then I think to myself that I should write as I want to write and better to exercise my ability to do so so long as I can write something that is wroth putting out into the world.
Of course I won’t, but sometimes that’s the way the fish swims.
It’s night and I’m tired and I’m heading out and I have no idea as to what time I will be home. Could be early but could be late. There is no telling at this stage. However, what I do know is that I will be outside from this inside and then I will enter another inside a little later. After a while I will make a traversal from that inside to the outside once more and from there I will make my way toward this inside once more.
I’m familiar with this inside and I likely am familiar with the other inside. I say likely as I’m not sure as to where I will be as of yet, but I do know that one of the options is one that I am familiar with, albeit only lightly. Still, it is a place that exists and I am sure that there is a probability greater than zero of my being in there again. Maybe it will not be this evening but I am sure that at some stage in the future it will be the case once more.
All things considered I’m sure that in saying all of this none of it actually matters, though maybe it does. Maybe all of this matters in some manner that I am yet to figure out. There is a possibility (and a great probability) that if it turns out that any of this actually matters, then I will likely not work it out and that’s fine. I don’t have an issue with that as I’m more worried about other things.
Anyway, I think that that really is all there is that I can say at the moment. I think that with time pressing down I need to stop and get out of the house so I can go to where I am desired and where I myself desire to be and I’m sure that I will get there through the power of motion. I’m also sure that I will be attentive and careful and bu the time I get to where I am heading I will wait and read for a short while. I will think about things and then things will think about me. However, I shouldn’t worry about any of that and I don’t worry about any of that so I don’t know as to what I’m going on about at this point and so I’m going to try and wrap this all up with this sentence which has successfully managed to overstay its welcome.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:23
I was trying to write something “smaller” and less silly, but I didn’t.
I think some of this could work if divorced from the context of this overall bit of writing.
Written at home.