So I had this plan where today I was going to do the thing that I recently said I was probably going to do but ended up not, but that has fallen through so now I’m writing at this particular time of the day rather than earlier on in the day and I write about the day a lot so I should probably stop doing that and instead enjoy the TEA that I have next o me, which I am enjoying but not saying much about for various reasons that don’t involve much, and yet involve the whole world and its mysteries.

That’s not going to happen, however. Instead of that I’m just gonna sit here and be angry and hate everything as that is a far more productive use of my time and I want to make sure that I’m productive every time all the time. It’s the only way to be and that is something that people need to know more of. Of course you could know less of it, bit you need to know more of it as that is the way it goes and that is what I’m putting out today.

There will be no music and there will be no expression. Expressiveness is explicitly forbidden and I won’t hear another word of it, unless I have no choice but to hear another word of it, in which case I don’t know where to go from there. I may be struck into silence, and then what? Where do I go from there? Other than to wherever the road takes me as it becomes amorphous and directionless, uncaring in whatever it is delivering and where it is going and perhaps that is okay. Maybe there are other, far more important things to worry about in this life we refer to as life.

Maybe I am writing about the wrong things at this moment but I need to not be expressive. I need to be as neutral as possible but that is a challenge and I am lazy. I am not down for a challenge. What I am down for, however, is not hurting myself and so in not hurting myself I need to slow down how quickly I type, but that too is a challenge and I want to avoid challenge so instead of that I will do this and I will keep on going with the thing that I’m doing now. From there I will do something else and then from there I will do something else that is more else than the thing I was doing previously.

Perhaps there will be even more else after that and it grows more else in small increments so as to appear as a smooth gradient, and that would be nice. It would look pleasant, or at least I’d hope it would look pleasant. Could look absolutely awful; I’ve no idea at this point in time, but perhaps with more time I will know at some point in time.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:08

At the moment I feel as though I’ve left a draining situation. I probably feel that way because that’s pretty much what has happened with moving house. Still not a good bit of writing, but I think it’s okay. I think some parts work really well.

Written at home.