So I’m sitting here, pouring out sweat but it’s not a hot night, or at least it didn’t initially feel like a hot night, but it is now and so my pores are pouring and I can’t do much about it at this particular moment. Maybe I will be able to soon. Maybe I will be ale to use the powers of the science of the marine to summon ice and with that ice I’ll be able to cool down, as I so rightly deserve as is my entitlement.

Why don’t I get air conditioning?  Well, it’s quite simple: that costs money and the financial impact of summoning ice is far, far less than the impact of running an air conditioning unit, and so I choose to be free from the addiction of air conditioning and its slimy malfeasance.

On a side note, I use “malfeasance” in a review I’m still working on, and both this and that when it gets published may be the only times I use it here. We’ll see.

So I am sweating and slowly the room is filling with my sweat, and as it fills I am compelled to try and do something about it, but all I can do is float and maybe swim away, but the waves are starting to roll and I am beginning to get tossed around by their raging violence.

Oh, what am I to do in this situation? Where am I to go? Land no longer is something I can see and the sky has grown dark. The sky ripples with lightning and it cracks and whips when I try to find my way. It provides light but otherwise the space is dark, for the moon is obscured, and between this layer of sweat and layer of cloud is a thick humidity compressed within an endless dark.

I am nothing but a victim to this situation and I must try to stay afloat. I know not what lies under all of this and I must not go dive under, for it may be safe but that is not a risk worth taking. The thick filth that has poured from my body churns and rages and deafens, and it could never be mistaken for a calmness. It just is, but it is angry and violent, and its power encompasses all, for it is overwhelming. It is epic in its heave and drag, and waves tower far beyond what I could ever imagine.

I must try to hold on and I must fight against this by going with the flow, and maybe it will take me somewhere. Maybe it will calm down, but the sweat is everywhere and the clouds have swallowed the sky, and the lightning does not guide and provides a greater view of the grand nothingness between it all, but I still must persist. I must persist and I must try to get through this, for I can, and I must hold onto hope and I must persevere.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:37:47

Silly and fun, and I’d like to believe it was enjoyable to write but I wasn’t thinking about that so much as I was getting it finished.

Written at home.