Morning. It’s morning. Need to think of something to churn out . Need to think of what Ewe would want to read.

Actually, I don’t, but maybe I will. That’s a good idea. Okay, let’s see.

Alright, so there was this one time where there was this person… let’s call them Ewe… and Ewe wanted to do a backflip. However, in order to do such a bold and audacious move, he was required to go on a long and lengthy journey that was equal parts long and lengthy. And this is something that he didn’t feel much up to the task of doing.

You see, the thing with Ewe is that he was, on some days, a mighty ox, and on others, a mewing kitten. On this particular day he was just cutting down trees with his bare hands in order to go internal in order to find the cure for what ails ya. But even with all those trees felled, a grand emptiness spread through him like a grand emptiness in an open space. There was a lack of fulfillment, and thus he knew not what it was that could be done about the whole thing.

Barring finding the unmighty shoat, or the lackadaisical bonito, there was little that would point in a direction that would allow Ewe to fulfill his sudden desire of filling this grand emptiness. He knew that the backflip desire was a ruse and not something that would make him feel satisfaction, other than through the process of using his sheer force of will to rotate in the air, and that can be satisfying for a moment or two. But it was an idea that had to be abandoned. He would revisit it at another juncture.

So the first thing Ewe did was go about replanting all the trees that he felled, and in doing so he saw a mysterious man standing by a door, wearing a peculiar hat. The trees grew back to their original state, and then some, but Ewe did not care, for this man was mysterious, and he was standing next to a door.

Ewe looked at the man, and when the man was looking back Ewe nodded twice, shook his head once, nodded three more times, grimaced for a brief moment, then breathed heavily enough, yet as silent as the Blue Mountains valleys are ancient, then nodded once more. The mysterious man nodded in response, then opened the door.

At this point in time Ewe knew what he had to do if he wanted to further did into the inside of himself. He knew that the answers, and perhaps the fulfillment lay beyond. However, instead of walking through he turned around. He rejected the possibility, because he knew that it shouldn’t be that easy.

In that rejection, the mysterious man and the door began to explode into a thousand shards, and a fine, fibrous paste.

It was over. Ewe had passed the test, but perhaps it was the first of many.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:02:63

I don’t know why I wrote this, but I can confirm that part of this references something Ewe said once, and I’ve referenced it in other bits of writing before, but it’s also here, so… yeah.

Written at work.