I want to try and get something written at a faster speed than the last one. I don’t want to go into talking about racing the clock as that’s not what I’m doing, even though that’s exactly what I’m doing. What I want to do is write something that makes sense that is done faster than the previous thing I wrote.

Asking for a lot, I know.

I’m feeling tired and I’m feeling over it, and soon I will go onto the balcony and fly away. I will reach for a more natural world and I will float along as I fly. I will fly as I float along. I will look at the world underneath me and marvel at it all. Marvel at how small I am and how little anything matters. Or rather, marvel at how little anything that I have done matters.

I am merely a spectator of the earth, and in flying away from work and drifting over the natural, organic environment, I will be able to reinforce that, or something.

There’s a game that ends with the main character falling into a deep sleep and dreaming of having become a bird, and flying through the sky and across the planet, seeing how things have changed. It’s a bit of an emotional ending. I don’t want to mention the game as it’s a bit of a spoiler, but if you know, you know. Anyway, the character crosses across the planet and sees how the world has changed, and then it ends up heading somewhere familiar. If I were to choose my fate, then I would probably go for this.

I haven’t had a significant impact on society, as far as I am aware. Maybe I have, but I don’t think that’s the case. But I’d like to become a bird and fly across, take stock of the state of things. See the world from a different perspective and experience things in a different way. There are downsides, of course, but that is what I would like. I think it would be a great way to be part of the world. Probably a tragic way in ways I cannot perceive. But anyway.

I’d fly and eat and fly and eat, and I’d see what is out there. And that sums it up quite nicely, actually. Because what else can I say? I mean, sure, I could get into details, but I’m still racing the clock even though I’m claiming that I’m not racing the clock. I’m still trying to get a bunch of things written in a way that makes sense to me and within a frame of time that I hope to meet, so I don’t have the time to get into it all. I don’t have the time to get into depth about riding air currents and gliding long distances, but let me tell you, I would do all of those things and I’d do much more. Or less. It is yet to be determined.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:83

Decent speed whilst also touching on some things that are important to me. Could read better, but it still turned out okay.

Written at work.