And so another afternoon draws to its rough middle point and once more I am sitting here, treating a keyboard horribly in the hopes that I can write really quickly. I do this in a great deal of pain but I push on through as I can still move my fingers pretty well, so I’ve got to get something done before the end of the day and the start of obligation.

I think I’ll get there, though naturally it’ll be pretty rough.

So anyway I bang away on the keyboard and push through the being in pain and I wonder as to how long it would take to get to where I need but I don’t know where that is and in not knowing that I think I’m a little lost. Maybe confused. Bewildered.

I look around and all I see is what is familiar but it holds no memory and it holds nothing and all I do is try to push through the pain to find some sort of meaning within these objects but all they are are objects that form shapes and imagery with no meaning or sense.

What kind of reality am I seeing?

I see what I see but I drift away as all things are just objects and some have a use and purpose but most are purposeless and exist only in relation to desire. Convenience is a great resource and something that can be relied upon but all it offers is more time to get distracted and procrastinate. There is littler here on offer that justifies itself other than fill time with nothing to do and little time to do it and all there are are shades and tones and stacks of things that don’t see use enough to justify their inclusion in this space. They are clutter and they consume space that could be better used for clutter that also consumes space but in a much more aesthetically pleasing manner, and that’s the real shame of it all.

Some of this stuff has practical design and so it does not look the smoothest, but it would be better if it looked more appealing, even if that came at the cost of longevity. It would be better for this stuff to exist in a manner that provides some sort of attraction in an eye-catching manner but it does not.

It would be better if the stuff raised more questions than it could answer and if it did no one would question it and maybe in that manner it would hold some sort of value but right now it doesn’t and so in not holding any value it is worthless refuse that sits in a room and I slowly float away from it all and into a void that I tore open and so…

Yeah, so anyway I’m in a lot of pain right now but I’ll survive. I’ll probably float around for a bit longer but I’ll survive and keep on resting for today.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:55

Bit of a tangent here. I think that I was either trying to express some sort of meaningfulness among meaninglessness or just express meaninglessness. No idea.

Written at home.