I haven’t done much of anything today and I need to get on with doing things so I may as well ramble out some crap before I do anything else, which will inevitably involve getting ready to head on out, followed by heading on out.

Where am I heading, you may ask? Well, welcome reader, let me tell you.

It will be somewhere.

So there was this time where I was spinning around and I found that music sounded better with the person that I was spinning around with, and now that was a good long time ago and I spun and spun and spun, and then I got old. Then I got young and I don’t know what is or is not anymore, but I could tell what was going on. I was at least aware of my surroundings, but not understanding or them.

I decided that I would try and work out what was happening and all that, but then I realised I couldn’t as I needed to get ready to head off somewhere. However, I was doing this spinning action and all it was doing was leading to some sort of change in how I saw the world as it was all a blur and not very conducive to getting things done, let me tell you.

This situation was quite bothersome and so I decided to throw a spanner into the works. I stopped spinning. This was not taken lightly, of course, but then again, what is in this day and age? Or rather, that day and age? I knew that it might not work out for me, but hey, them’s the breaks sometimes.

So I stopped, but I realised I wasn’t actually spinning but rather grooving and moving to the music that was coming from the speakers. I happened to be in “the club”. It was dark outside and dark inside, but there were some lights and there was a prettiness, and most people were off their face, but not all, and I realised that this was not something I actually enjoyed very much, but I was caught in the crowd and caught in the moment, and it would’ve been awkward to escape the grasp of the sound and the enjoyment of the people and so I tried to buy myself some time but continuing to dance. As I danced I found myself dancing, and the smell of sweat and good times and and all that was overwhelming, but not aggressive.

Eventually I found a crack in the darkness and the mass of moving bodies, and I followed the little light that came from it. Eventually I got out and it was dark outside, and it was night and people were lining up to get in but they couldn’t.

I headed on elsewhere into the darkness, though there were lights, and it was a cool night, and I reflected on the experience that I had, but there wasn’t much to be done.

It was a time.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:14:05

Early on into this I kind of went “Stuff it” and wrote whatever, and I think it turned out okay. This progresses, albeit roughly, and it goes somewhere, even if that somewhere is nowhere.

Written at home.