There’s a lengthy thing that I want to write about photography but right now I’m gonna hold off as I don’t quite have the time, nor the brain power to do so. The reason why is that I’ve spent the last two days processing a lot of photos and it’s work that needed to be done and work that I was quite happy to do, but I’m also glad is over now as it was a lot of work and there do be a lot of learning that I need to learn.

So now I’m here and I’m banging away on this keyboard and I’m racing a time and it’s already well ahead of me, though maybe it isn’t. I should probably stop looking at it as that’s a bad idea. It doesn’t help with the writing and it makes me write more about the time which, whilst shows that I’m not too stuck on one bit of thought and trying to untangle it, is still not good as its taking me away from something and forcibly leading me to something else.

Now I have to wonder as to how often a thought is being forcibly led by itself, or by some external thing that I am not aware of at the time, even if I am tricking myself into believing that I am aware as there is the possibility that I am aware and trying to deceive myself, and that is something that needs to be considered.

Ah, what’s all this thinking about this stuff doing for me anyway? There’s no real point in worrying about it and I need to get moving soon anyway, so perhaps I should worry about getting to the end of this and then beginning that and taking on what I can where I can however  I can.

This implies that there may actually be a plan.

Well, it doesn’t, but let us pretend that it does. That way I can keep on pretending that all of this creates some sort of great work that cannot be criticised and in all of that I can get on with the and you know how the rest goes.

So now that I need to get on with the rest of my day I need to think about how I prevent the soil turning into clay and where am I even going with this? What am I saying? At what point do I stop trying to throw things together in order to create some sort of mystifying nonsense and just write in a way that gets across what I am trying to get across? This is nonsense writing and it’s not even fine nonsense writing. I feel as though all I’m doing is banging on the cupboards whilst screaming into a wet paper sock, and that doesn’t help anyone. Therefore I am going to trash this as soon as I can, and good riddance. It is a terrible bit of writing and I will remember this transgression.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:06:67

This started out well, or at least parts of it did, and then I felt the pressure of time and that’s where it came apart. Pressure can be a good thing but I don’t think it was here.

Written at home.