Coated in sweat. It feels like I’m wearing it as though it were a shell, but that is most definitely not the case. It has been a hot day and I’m sweaty and I need to cool down.
Maybe I need to heat up and turn into some kind of human… flame… and then fly off and go do things that require the doing. Maybe that would involve careening into the sun for a while.
Wonder what I’d do whilst careening into the sun. Guess I’d just be spending my time doing the careening, but surely there’d be some time to think about stuff. Would probably think about how I needed to finish a bunch of songs that were in various states of completion. I’d think of my wasabi plant and its making it through two summers intact, and think about how I needed to water it. I’d think about how space seems pretty empty even though it’s full of stuff.
I know I’d think about the tedium of the actual act of careening into something that takes a good deal of time to reach. I know I’d think about that as I probably would have a lot of time.
I can only imagine then, that what with all of this becoming more and more passe, that I’d probably get so bored that I’d stop and just head on home. I’d head on home and go lie down for a while as careening really takes it out of you. Sure, I don’t have much of an excuse; it’s not like I was doing much else, but people really just don’t understand what it’s like to spend some time careening into the sun. Just draining and also a total bummer, really.
So I imagine that I’d lie down for a bit and after lying down for a bit I’d probably get up and go eat and have a shower and all that stuff, and then I’d think about careening into the sun and think that I hadn’t given it a red hot go so I guess what I’d do then is prepare myself and go back up there.
At no stage have I cooled down and as such I’d still be ignited.
Anyway, I’d go back up there and this would take a little while and I’d go careening into the sun. I’d be heading toward it and it would be rapidly approaching me, though really it would be me approaching it as that is the way that some forms of movement work and so I’d be the one making the approach as it is me who would be careening into the sun; the sun would not be careening into me. I’d be doing this, remember as to why I stopped and then I’d go back home and lie down for a while.
I think at this point I’d need someone to remind me as to why I stopped both times in case I decided it was a good idea again.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:14:72
This was fun to write.
Silly, pointless (or maybe not) and fun.
Written at home.