I’ve opened this and I need to get moving on the writing but it’s cold so my hands aren’t working as well as perhaps they should, but that’s the way of things when the way of things go that way… of things…

So anyway there is rain and I’m here inside and isn’t it interesting as to how I’m dry inside but if I were to go outside into the rain as I currently am, then there’d be a good chance that I’d get wet? Isn’t that interesting?

What’s even more interesting is that I can look up at the ceiling which just so happens to be above me right now and I can see a pattern and that pattern is formed with shapes and lines and so you end up with a pattern.

I think that I need to work out the truth of what is interesting as not all of this is interesting. In fact, I’d suggest that most of this is not interesting at all but it must be stated as being interesting. If there is no statement then there is no… something that follows a statement.

Where am I going with this?

I should’ve spent my lunch break reading. Instead I spent it [procrastinating. I spent it spending the time that I had but that’s okay as sometimes you must expend time in order to do things. If you’re not expending time, then what are you expending anyway?

Maybe there is no expenditure and all this is is an illusion brought on by a Toyota Camry and its powers of summoning illusions in the most sardonic and heinous of manners, leading us to a grand deception that we all buy into in ways we cannot even comprehend and so now we are stuck wrapped around its fingers as it holds us exactly where it wants to hold us.

We need to break free from this menace and whilst it is difficult it is possible, but I need to see if I can find a way to go outside and not deal with the saturation of clothing. As far as I’m aware there is no method of doing this and so, unless I find a way then I am stuck inside as I don’t feel like getting wet. Would rather be comfortable than fight against something that we should all fight against.

Well, this really is a conundrum. There is no forward and there is no back and it’s all just a stationary life that I inhibit and slowly the terror of being controlled by a car creeps up and I don’t welcome it at any stage, but what choice do I have? I don’t want to get wet so I can’t fight and the rain is predicted to last for a good few days, so I’m here and I’m stuck and I can’t go outside so I’ve got to wait a while, however long that may be.

Maybe I’ll just work on warming my hands instead.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:04:75

I wrote this a bit earlier today and I was just trying to write. Still rather tired from recent elongated events, but needing to just write something. Not a good result; could be much better.  Rough, messy and lacking focus.

Written at home.