Here I am, writing away. Writing, weaving, writing words, racing the clock. Racing the timer. Don’t know why I am as I don’t feel like doing so at the present moment, but that is what I am doing and doing what I am doing is what I want to do. Or not. Actually don’t, really.

So sitting, writing, sweating profusely, and this is awful weather. This is undesirable weather, and where I am, it’s not as bad was it is in other locations. This is not something I can do much about, however. I just have to wait it out and hope for the best. I have to hope things cool down, but things won’t cool down. Not yet, anyway. Things are going to get worse and there’s not much of anything I can do about that, other than listen to people keep talking about how this weather is unusual but not out of the ordinary.

But you know, these are low grievances. These are low complaints. These are nothing. There are far worse things out there. Or something. Or so I’m told. I don’t want to go on about it today. I just want to sit here and write my gibberish, and try to enjoy life a bit more. Try to enjoy these last few months of this blog. Wrap it all up, get on with everything, live life and find life lived. And then… yeah. We’ll see what happens from there.

Feel like I’m in boiling water. Feel like I’m screaming at people about how we need to get out, but the others are talking about how the water’s fine and refusing to let me leave. That’s how I feel at the present moment.

This weather makes me want to scream. It makes me want to tear my hair out. We’ve not stopped fucking up the planet. We keep on going. We keep on tearing things up and we keep on pushing on and pushing through, and we don’t relent. Why? Why don’t we just accept for a change that we are causing issues? Why don’t we accept that it  won’t take much work to turn things around, but the longer we delay, the worse things will get? What is wrong with us? Are we that fucking willing to keep our heads in the sand, even as the sand takes on an increasing amount of heat? Are we willing to let ourselves be pained just that much?

Is all of this pain worth what we have in our lives? I don’t think it is. I don’t know who else does. But we need to be willing to make the required changes. Are we willing? Do we dare to reign ourselves in and be less resource hungry? Do we decide to hold back a bit? Just a bit?

It is hot and I’m not doing well in this heat, and I’ve been going on about this stuff for ages. We need to change and we can change. Will we?

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:45

I’m feeling this heat and it makes me think of the path we are heading down, and it’s not a good one. All this is concerning, and we aren’t doing enough. Is this writing worth reading? Probably not. I’m still gonna be expressing my anger, however.

Written at home.