Went for another cycle and so I’m all nice and warm and so I need to take advantage of that whilst I still can. More difficulty writing when it is cold. The difficulty is now quite low and so I need to go on easy mode, or whatever it is that it’s called these days.

I can feel my hands moving in a way that they have not moved in a long time and time is seeming to slow on down as I rite this all out. Time seems to slow but I can tell I am moving fast as my fingers glide over the keyboard and hit the keys in a way that forms words. I am moving quickly and there is a low amount of pain and now I’m wondering if it has mostly had to do with the cold, all the pain I’ve been feeling. Maybe it has and maybe it has not, but one thing for sure is that I am currently quite firmly in the moment and maybe I’ll be able to get tot he end of this in a timely manner.

What is timely at this point? The faster I’ve gotten the faster my times have gotten and so a slower time might seem not timely compared to a faster time, but then what is a fast time in this instance? What is a fast time in any instance? It’s all relative, after all.

No time to think about all of that. Just need to keep on writing. Need to keep on going and see what pours out. My right hand is starting to seize up and it still is quite early on in this but I just need to keep on pushing on. I’m racing against a song and I’m racing against myself and I just keep on going. I need to take advantage of the time that I’ve been afforded and that is what I am doing. If I can write stuff in under four minutes then I can write this in under six minutes. Maybe I can write this in under five minutes. I’m not sure but I keep on going anyway.

Time is slow and I am in the moment and I keep on going and I’m not even seeing my hand so much anymore. I am seeing the blur that the y are becoming and I wonder if they will ever look like hands again. I wonder if I will ever be out of the moment but there’s no time to really ponder as I am nearly there. I can feel it. I am reaching and I am going and I am typing quite fast, I think, but I just need to keep on pushing on and focus o what is going on here in this confined space.

I can feel the pain min my  right hand spread and it is getting worse but I keep on pushing on. I am slowing a little and maybe that is okay.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:46:10

I wrote more words than I intended so I had to cut out a bit at the end but it didn’t really offer anything.
Really none of this offers anything but it certainly was fun to write.

Written at home.