The sun is setting and the heat is dying down, and I get the feeling that the sunset will spread glorious colour soon. I have no idea if it will, but I feel it will. I do wish I had a better view of the sky than I currently do, but it’s not the worst thing in the world.

I sit here, I bang on the keyboard and I try to stop sweating by moving as little as possible. It is a losing battle, but I still try for the less sweat leaving my body, the less I have to worry about re-hydration and therefore the less water I have to drink.

For the record, I love drinking water but I may have drunk too much for the day at this point and so I need reduce how much I am drinking. Could be worse; could have much worse problems.

So I sit here and I sweat and I watch some of the sunset and sweat keeps pouring down my face and down my body and I hope to cool down sooner rather than later. The bedroom window is open but it has no screen. I am worried about insects coming into the room, but there is little that can be done about that at the current moment. Maybe later I’ll be able to do something about it, but for now this is a risk I have to take, and it’s a pretty small risk, so what am I worried about?

The breeze is cool but the room remains warm and so it feels more like some sort of appeal to desire than it does something actually, physically happening, but it’s there. It’s there and it’s relieving and that is something that I truly appreciate in this given moment. A brief reprieve is better than none at all, and, much like prior years, this heat worries me, so I hope the reprieve somehow lasts a long time and temperatures are a little less intense.

I am highly worried about what is happening and I know that things can be turned around to an extent, but I am also worried that not enough people are doing what they can. I’ve talked about collective action and looking after each other before, and I know that some people are interested in that, but I also think that the allure of convenience and consumption is too much, and I think that there is a responsibility for all to try and combat that stuff. However, that we’re actively fucking up our lives and futures is not something I wanted to write about at this particular moment and so I will stop.

What I will write about right now is how this is probably going to get worse and I’ll keep sweating and the cool breeze won’t last long enough and it’s not fun and all that stuff, and I’ll keep banging away on this keyboard, hoping to reach someone out there, and hopefully inspire progress.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:41:56

Wasn’t expecting this to go the way it did and I think that’s a good thing.
This is a little less repetitive than usual, I feel, and so if I can keep going that way, maybe I can get back to getting better at writing.

Written at home.