It’s one of those days where I have to stop telling myself I’m going to write and just start writing. Ergo, it is one of those days where it is every day that I have, albeit now I’ve less on an excuse as it is a day off, also known as a day away from the work, also known as the day does not exist.

How do I operate within the confines of a day that is not here? How do I move through a day that does not exist? Have I slipped into some sort of dimension where the refuse of the reality in which I exist is tossed aside so as to ensure consistency with how everything runs? Have I careened into the wrong pocket?

What do I do know? I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ve just got to write this and find a way out of the day after this. If the day is on some sort of Möbius loop then perhaps I’m a bit screwed, but of course I can just jump really high and then go somewhere else, assuming there is even somewhere else to go.

What if this really is all there is and the same day is repeating but I keep getting older? I don’t want to be stuck here. I want to be over there where it seems more exciting. That’s where I want to be but I don’t know if that is a place where I can be. Perhaps I cannot be there. Perhaps I only can exist here in this day thrown away and so the moment I leave is the moment I cease to exist and so within this odd prison I must remain. I must remain on the loop and in remaining on the loop I have no choice but to grow old here whilst nothing changes. It is a bit of a shame of an existence, but perhaps this is for what I am destined.

Pretty amazing that some things remain constantly available to me, but I don’t have much more to add other than what I’ve already said and so I don’t know what else to say. What else do I say? I just need to keep on writing and then work out what the confines are. Once I work those out I’ll be able to know for sure if I truly am stuck here or if I am not. I’ll be able to know if I’m just rambling into a space that is so full of rambling that there is no telling where the ramble goes. The worlds are all cluttered together and there is no telling of what it is that I am actually saying, and so… yeah.

I have to keep telling myself to finish this and stop pausing as the clock is ticking away and that is an issue if I am to get this done. Therefore I need to get this finished because if I don’t… well, it won’t matter.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:06:63

Happy with the time. The writing is fine up until a point. I think I started stretching too much and this starts to drag toward the end.

Written at home.