Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1199: It’s all Tunneling Now

I sat down tow rite a while ago and I am yet to start writing, although this counts as a start so I guess it is more fair to say that this is the start of me writing, but it took a while to get here but I’m here now and so I am now writing and so what I am doing is writing and this is the writing that I am doing though it will be done when you are reading this but I am referring to the present (and soon past) act of writing this text which I am currently writing, but wasn’t writing before I started writing and so now I am doing the writing of this text, but it took a while to get to this point.

But anyway, that is neither here nor there right now. What is important is that all is going ahead smoothly and the only way to go ahead smoothly is through digging through rock and then after digging through rock finding what tunnels lay far ahead. That is the only way forward. This writing thing has gone on for far too long. Perhaps it has gone on far enough. It is difficult to tell in this day and age, but what I do know is that there definitely is too much of it. We need to stop communicating this way and only communicate through the power of our tunnels.

Our tunnels will be understood in their roughness to smoothness, their shape, their form, their length and whether they actually provide any practical benefit or if they’re just tunnels for the sake of aesthetics. It is through this that the power of writing will be found obsolete, and perhaps even the power of talking. These things cannot last when confronted with the sheer might and ebullience of communicating through creating tunnels.

Of course there needs to be the passing through rocks first and those rocks massed be passed through by digging through them. From there all things are free game. There is no restriction other than the power of the imagination. The hands won’t need to write anymore and so they will become adept at removing sediment.

Well, I guess the other restriction is what would need to be expressed and what you’re tunneling through and if there is some sort of water leak or if the tunnel is dry and a whole slew of other things that I am yet to consider, but this whole thing is infallible! It is infallible I tell you.

No longer can miscommunication be wrought with an iron fist. No longer will people howl and cry in misunderstanding. No longer will ignorance be that which befalls our havens when the wrong words are used to express the harshest of things. It will all make sense. Up will lead somewhere and west will no longer be something we win in territorial disputes.

It’s all tunnels from here on out. No more writing leading the way forward.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:23:97

Sometimes writing comes easy and sometimes it doesn’t, which is not some sort of grand revelation. Anyway, this is some more silly stuff. A bit closer to the stuff I used to write and kind of wanted to continue writing a long time ago. If this were a draft it would be a good starting point, I think.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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