I just heard a ringing. There is a vehicle passing by somewhere, and I cannot see where. I cannot see it, but I can hear it. Or rather, I heard it. I don’t hear it anymore. It is no longer in existence. It is no longer part of my awareness of the world around me. It has gone elsewhere and there is nothing I can do about that. Or is there?

No, there really isn’t as I’d much rather laze about right now. I don’t want to go chasing after bells on moving vehicles. That does not seem productive to me.

And now I can hear it again. It rings out. It rings out without a structure or an order. It rings out into space and toward my ears, and to those of whomever else can hear it. It rings and rings and it rings no more, and once more it is out of my space. Out of my thoughts, or rather still in my thoughts, so I don’t know why I said it was out of them. Anyway…

So I sit. I sit and I wait, and I wonder. Both times the ringing was close. Both times the bell rung nearby, and it rang for precisely as long as it needed to in order to spark curiosity. To be fair, if it rang only once, that would still be curiosity-inducing, I think. However, in this particular instance, the curiosity is of a different type, and now the bell returns. It rings loner and louder, and whatever it is approaches, and now it stops again.

What is this? Where is this? I have questions and they could so readily be answered by the act of leaving the house, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to step outside. Not yet, anyway. There still is a lot for me to do today, and I’m trying to get through everything. Is there enough time? I don’t know, but now I’m fighting against curiosity and fighting against my need to write about what I’m listening to in a format known as long, and I’m getting distracted by a bell. I’m getting distracted by everything that isn’t what I need to do, and that’s not good, let me tell you. I’ll tell myself if I have to, really, but let me tell you that so on and so forth and this is how it goes and… yeah.

So I don’t know where that bell is and I don’t know what I’m doing, and this isn’t out of the ordinary, really. This isn’t something that has come out of nowhere. But I wonder about that bell. I wonder where it leads and how it could be something, and how it could be nothing, and maybe it is everything. Maybe it offers what I can’t offer myself, and by not chasing it I am denying myself something that could prove itself important to me. It could be quite important.

Oh, it’s an ice cream truck.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:44:08

I feel like I was trying to warm up here, but I don’t know what I was trying to warm up for. More writing, I suppose.

Written at home.