Fatigue rears its head once more but I can get through it. I can persevere.
Wind and all that, sitting here, feeling warm, feeling cool, feeling a lot of things but the day contorts into shapes I do not recognise. Suddenly it is no longer a day but a series of shapes and now I don’t know what to do with myself.
I guess I’ll just sit here and think about shapes for a while.
Of course that has no practical purpose right now but these shapes are floating in front of me and I need the day to come back so I can deal with work as work is here and I need to take care of it and get it out of the way and I don’t know which of these shapes it is contained within, so… I’m feeling a bit screwed.
I guess there is a practical purpose for thinking about shapes right now.
Anyway, I don’t know how to get them back to being a day and I don’t know how to go about doing anything about this. Most of my thinking will be trying to work out what the shapes are and in doing that I might just be able to find the answer to the problem which will be a key for the lock, but there is no lock so it will be a key for the day.
I can’t sit whilst working this out as I don’t know where my chair has gone and there’s not much of a floor, but I don’t quite like the idea of floating whilst doing this either. Sure, I’m not going anywhere but I don’t feel as though I’m anchored and it’s not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you. It would be more pleasant if I happened to be floating in the sky and there was a breeze behind me and I was going places but that is not what is happening here. What is happening is that I’m floating in nothingness and I’m trying to work out how a day managed to turn into a series of corporeal shapes.
What will happen when the next day comes? This is going to cause a few issues. Surely there are others in the same situation as I am but I cannot see them. There isn’t anyone here that I can locate, but I can’t quite go anywhere, or at least it doesn’t feel like I’m going anywhere so I could very well be here on my lonesome and that is less fun than I would hope.
These shapes are ones I do not recognise and I’m not sure if I could describe them in a way other than that they have a form. They are here in front of me and I don’t know how to make them become the day again and it’s all rather annoying and frustrating, and also a little hopeless. Some sort of despair.
On the plus side, I think they’re quite interesting.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:85
It was early into this that I realised that I needed to veer away from what I was writing and so I did. In terms of something better I don’t think it paid off, but it was a learning experience of sorts.
Most, if not all writing can be a learning experience now that I think about it, but in this case… anyway, yeah.
Written at home.