The rain is falling down and it provides a heat and a coolness that is as refreshing as it is not and that’s okay right now. It’s okay as I am ponderous and procrastinating and feeling a heat rising in me and it’s making me sweat and I’m not sure why.

It may have to do with all the pepper-based product I’ve consumed over the past few days. However, I’m going to ignore that possibility, even though it is likely the most likely possibility of the whole thing. Regardless, it is creating a weird situation where I can feel the cold but it is almost as though I am not experiencing the cold.

I sweat and I feel some breeze and it gently moves around me but I keep on heating up. I am getting hotter and more sweat is pouring out of my body and it is not pleasant, and maybe I’ll soon need to have a shower but that can happen later. Right now I need to focus on sitting as still as I possibly can so as to avoid getting any warmer. All activity is off the table. I must become like a stone.

So I sit here and I am still and I am moving in such a subtle manner I appear to be not moving at all. I become one with the space around me as I no longer disturb it, except for my being within it and thus reshaping the space by being present. I am mostly still. I am mostly motionless.

Soon something starts growing around me but I do not move for I don’t want to grow any warmer. I want to grow cooler but it is not working. This thing grows around me and soon I am unable to get up and walk away, not that I want to.

My skin grows firm and gradually it becomes firmer. Things seem to combine and they become heavier and I feel as though I am becoming encased within whatever it is that is growing around me. I am porous and I can see and I can feel an eternity but I am yet to grow cool and the rain outside continues on in its unrelenting assault.

I no longer have a desire to move and am content with what is happening and I am left to my thoughts but it remains warm inside and I am still yet to experience the cold. I am yet to see anything change other than myself. I have grown coarse and still and I am watching the land change around me and I am unable to do much else other than watch. I am ruminating on what is happening as I find myself as little else than a protrusion in a house that will slowly decay over time, and so be it, but I’d much prefer it if I were able to stop sweating. The cold is there and it tries to touch, but it cannot reach.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:23:66

The more I wrote here the slower my writing became and I think that’s okay. I might rewrite this tomorrow or another day without the constraint of a word limit against a timer and see what happens as I feel the idea could work if done a bit less on the fly.

Written at home.