Got some time at the moment so may as well make the most of it. Of course I should be doing other things but this is a nice day and I’m inside, so I’m going to use it however which way I want to use it.

I will think about what it is about time that makes me want to use it in whatever way I want to use it at the moment and I will then begin to write. I will write my thoughts and I will write what I feel, and I will see how the words swing and sway. Maybe something good will come from it all. Maybe not. Who is to say?

For now, at least, there is a bit of time and I need to use it; well, I don’t, but I want to feel as though I need to use it. I want to feed it through my body and then expel it as something that has been used and I want to see what comes of that use. I want to see how it traverses planes of being and how it interweaves through various fabrics. I want to know what comes at the other end of its use and if using it in a particular way says more rather than less. However, there is always the chance that I won’t see the result of the time that I use, and maybe that is okay. Maybe that is a concern I should not have to worry about, and I don’t think that at the moment I am. I do know, however, that I will use it in some way.

I will write about the experience of using time and maybe something will come out of that. Maybe I will have found that I have engaged in research far more deeply than I thought I would, and that too would be nice in some way. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t, but right now that does not matter to me. What matters is the now leading to the later and pulling it closer into its jaws as they bite down in their unrelenting way that seems so violent and yet so calming.

I will see where this all takes me and I will use the time and expunge it from my being as I take in and consume more time so as to use this pile of time in  away that shows that it was indeed used. Maybe it won’t be used in a productive manner, but it will be used and as that happens there will be more use of it witnessed within the confines of all of those things and… yeah.

Then again, what if the time uses me? What if it is using me to become something else entirely? Do I dare become an active participant? How would I know? I know that the time would be moving through and perhaps around me, but I don’t know its intentions. Maybe I can’t know.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:81

I wrote this earlier today and then I took a really, REALLY long time to get around to uploading and I’m not sure why. There was nothing that got in the way of me doing so.

I was trying to push against something here. I’m not entirely sure as to what to make of the writing, though I can only assume its quality is low.

I hope you enjoy.