Another day passes with little event within this room. Just a lot of being busy but not achieving much, but there was little procrastination.

A lot of being tired, but that also is not different from the norm. Excellent. All remains as is and all that was shall forever be. Routine sets in like the sun sets off and I just sit here and do those things and… yeah.

I was hoping to get more done today but perhaps it is rest that was truly needed.
However, there was not much rest.

There was a lot of being cold for little to no reason. Oh well.

Soon the evening will arrive and with its arrival shall come the advent of night and with that a dark veil shall drape itself across the land. I’m soon going to be moving through this darkness so as to obtain a light of temporary use. It is going to be a time of times and it will be exciting for there is work that needs doing and the light shall guide me through that work, and I have no idea as to why I am talking about this.

Maybe I’m trying to unfurl a little and blossom into a true purveyor of language and all of its wonders, but I don’t want to believe that. I prefer to clumsily smash words together and force them into sentences that show my low stature in civilisation. I prefer to be a peasant, uncouth in their use of expression and I prefer to roll around in the mud. People look down at the pigs but the pigs enjoy their lives and so I’d much prefer to be with those who enjoy each other and others.

I cast aside my pen and choose instead to write with the dirt that I can find, or at least a cheaper pen. Maybe I can not even do that and instead just start talking with people and then engage in dialogue and crush my words together in awkward, uncouth and uncivilised ways so as to be able to get points across that make little sense to those in the towers made of ivory. I shall choose to not be enlightened and communicate with the masses and I shall not wonder why they don’t understand me, and that’s probably because I will be aware that I’m talking a lot of shit that makes little sense due to my choice of making language angry by refusing to use it in an elegant or clear way.

So anyway the day has been a bit long and I didn’t get much done, but at least the period known as “work time” is over so I can now go get a light to guide me through the darkness, or something.

I think that between now and the point at which I get the light, however, I should do some more writing, but I won’t as I need to actually leave here if I want the light.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:23:67

I was quite tired when I wrote this.
On the plus side I’ve got that light.

Written at home.