Rambling Through a Desert

This was done as a five-hundred word challenge.
Forgot to log the time before I put it here.

Oh well.

I hope you enjoy.

Alright, time to get to it. Time to make the most of the day and turn it into a ball, or a series of shapes…

Wait; not going there again.

I see a breeze and I keep a window closed. Clouds sit above and seem to make things look more intense, but I’m not entirely sure. It could just be the fatigue holding me firmly within its ironclad grasp. It could be many things.

This day will be created from a series of thoughts and suggestions from the self to the self and in that I will find the answers that I seek, but there are no answers that I seek for what I am doing is just trying to make it to the end of the day before I fall asleep. There isn’t much to do and it all stretches out and becomes beyond reach so I drag myself along even though I could just quickly walk and I feel the sun beat down upon my back.

There is no sweat but I am perspiring and all that is coming out is heavy weight that keeps attaching itself to me unless I decide to return to bed, in which case it will all disappear. Problem is I cannot return to bed as I am required to sit here and wait for things to happen so I can leap into action, so I keep on walking and I keep feeling the drag but I will get there. I need to get there and topple all of this so I can be free for all of a few minutes before I need to get on with the getting on once more.

Actually I think I’ll just stick with the struggling. Rather walk through the desert getting increasingly heavy due to the amount of weight adding an increasing amount of drag which I then have to battle so as to be able to keep on going. Heading over sand, get a bit of drag. Heading over something smooth, get a bit of drag. Get a good bit of momentum going downhill, get a bit of drag.

It’s all a drag.

I wonder if there will be water, or maybe some ice in which I could just skate over for a while. Having not skated on ice before I’m sure I’ll get it right the first time around and there will be no issues to worry about. Of course I could not have this happen and instead be forced to face the challenge of the wind picking up sand and blowing it all over the place, and sand gets everywhere which leads to a lot of discomfort, let me tell you. There was this one time where I went bushwalking and went to a beach and ended up with sand in my socks despite my thinking I got rid of it all, and my feet felt salty and I had to walk back to the station in discomfort.

It was not much fun.

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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