Now to be fair, the grass might not be drying. It might just look that way, but this area look like it’s pretty dry, in a sense.
I hope you enjoy.
Well, here we are at the start of another afternoon, though it has been afternoon for more than a length of time that is equivalent to half of an hour of time, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s the start; this is where it starts and this is where I’m saying it starts, and so… yeah. This is where it starts. Deal with it.
I am tired. I am quite tired, and I hope that means I sleep tonight. I hope it means that I drift off into a deep sleep and dream of things that are not, and I hope it means that the sleep leads top a new and improved version of myself, but that too would take some time. It would take a lot of work, and work is what I’m meant to be doing at this present juncture in time.
There is cleaning that needs to happen, and there is a lot of it and I’m not doing it right now. I have protested. I have refused. I will, however, be doing it shortly. I will be getting out the old elbow grease as they say, and I will get into it all and help and do what I must in order to help and… well, you get the idea.
Cleaning… whoever invented the need to clean was clearly a mean bean. I’m not a fan and it is a loathsome task. It is an unenviable one, as they say. It is a heinous blight upon that which is considered a pristine and amazing world of exploration, and it requires far more effort than one can ever expend in an ever-smoothing universe. It’s not great, let me tell you.
Those people who say they derive pleasure from such cruelty? How do they even live with themselves? Is this what true malice looks like? Only they can tell, for their secrets are kept back behind a great wall of putrid toxins, and I dare not attempt to pass through it. Who is to say what will, and what will not after I do so?
So here I stand (or rather, sit) at the end of this bit of writing, and I wonder if there truly is such thing as a god, or a higher being, and I want to tell them that what they have done is unjust. No one chooses this lifestyle, and no one chooses a task this arduous. It is one borne from the soul of the tortured in order to inflict even more pain than we are already forced to endure in a landscape of uncaring. It’s not something anyone should have to do.
We cannot fight against the spread of cleaning, and it remains a malady for which there is no true cure; there is only temporary prevention, and let me tell you, that’s not something I could ever say is right and fair. Nor could I say it is fair and right, but it must be done, so I’ll clean.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:41:28
Silly bit of fun coming from this bit of writing.
Written at home.
The same tree photographed on two different mornings.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-eighth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Pairs“.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
Elizabeth of Albatz Travel Adventures is guest-curating this one. The rest of July is guest-curated by:
July 27: PR of Flights of the Soul, with the theme of “Balconies”.
I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
Probably not the best way to show this sign, but I do like the scenery around it, and I do like that it’s not the easiest to read here.
I hope you enjoy.
Alright, so I’m going to power through things for the next fifteen minutes. What am I going to do? Not much, but there will be power and I will be powering. Them, after work, I will head home and do some more powering.
It seems that as life changes and this music is too loud in my ears, I keep on circulating around the same pole and go nowhere but either down or up, and I don’t get closer to the pole and I don’t get farther away. Sometimes that is the way of things.
I think back on my life and I think about now, and perhaps I’m not where I would be had I “applied” myself better when I was younger, but I am where I want to be, and quite frankly that’s good enough. That’s better than good enough. It’s good enough and then some.
Some people aim for the stars, and perhaps I do too, but I’m also trying to keep myself grounded. I’m trying to get used to the new job. I’m three months in and I’m getting there. I’m less tired at the end of the day, and it’s nice. It’s good. I can get more done by the time I get home, and that’s great. There still is plenty of work to be done, however, but I’ll get there. I’ll keep on going, or at least I hope to be able to keep on going. You never know what will happen, but I will keep on trying. I owe myself that much.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m just some person on a boat, or on a mountain range, or somewhere else that allows some wide and expansive and perhaps overwhelming view, and I’m staring through it as though I’m far more intelligence and deep than I actually am. So much is surface and we try to tell ourselves otherwise, and that’s fine, I think. Sometimes skirting on the top is alright. However… I don’t know. Obviously that paints a very specific image and there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with it, but I’m sure there are plenty of people who are deluding themselves, and I’m sure I also am to some extent. But I don’t know.
There area lot of things that I don’t know, and I’ve said this before but that’s okay. It’s okay to not know everything, or even most things, but we need to be aware and we need to be willing to be wrong. We need to be willing to learn and change and grow, and sometimes that means our belief in our selves needs to be pushed into. It doesn’t need to be damaged, and won’t if we accept that we can’t be right about everything, and that we always have more to learn, and I think that’s an awesome thing. I think it’s great that we can grow and become better people.
Until then, however, I think I’ll keep on staring off into that distance that I’m imagining.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:58
I feel this got better toward the end. All there is to say from me.
Written at work.
A stark image of a bare tree, and I wonder if it was shaped partially by wind.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. This one is hosted by Sarah of Travel with Me, and she has chosen the theme “Trees”.
Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.
I hope you enjoy.
Got a rather striking and somewhat aggressive beat going on in my ears right now, and I don’t think I could finish this bit of writing before the song ends, but by golly I’m gonna try.
Cold day. Warm day. What does it matter any more? You try to get things across and you try and cover all your bases so as to lead to a better tomorrow, but if people keep turning away, then what is there to do? Why?
Why am I so damn lazy with responding to the comments that people leave? I need to get back on top of everything, and I might just get there, but there’s a glacier that is cracking and what does it matter, really? Does it even matter? Who cares?
So there are gigs coming up in this wonderful weather that’s coming forward, but I need to get on top of applying for those gigs as once they’re gone, that’s it. There’s no more for me. Well, there are, but dramatic effect.
So this music is building up and the temperatures are currently odd, but at least it looks nice outside and at least I’m here today and tomorrow is not yet today. Funny how tomorrow is always ahead, isn’t it? Future problems; not now problems.
I can still party and I can still cut down on my waste, but I need to get to work faster rather than slower as there’s so much to do and so much to catch up on, but you know how these things go. You know it’s all a load of baloney. The work is gonna be there whether I finish it off or not, so I don’t know why I’m complaining.
I look outside the window and I can see some light, and it looks warmer than it is, and in fact it is going to get warmer than perhaps it should, but that’s fine as it’s almost beach weather. More beach time is a good thing, right? Who wants the cold, anyway? It’s a miserable experience. Does little other than forces you inside, and who wants to be forced inside? I don’t. I want to be out in the sun.
What does it all matter? Who cares if the temperature is a bit on the odd side of things? I’ve got to make sure I keep on churning, and I’ve got controlled temperature on the inside. Doesn’t matter outside. Not something I have to deal with, really.
So anyway, I think today is gonna be a good day and then I’ll get home and take it easy, and that will also be good. It’ll be nice. Low amount of walking, save my energy, do my job, get home tired and roughly in that order. All is good and all is fine, and I didn’t beat the song, but such is life.
There’s some pretty catastrophic events happening in the ocean right now, but that’s far away, and I’ve got things to do anyway.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:34
I get what was coming forward with this and I like how it was coming forward, but I think this is something that needs to not be constricted by the format.
Written at work.
One listen.
Found a thread, tried to work with it. Sort of did, ran with it. I like the result; sort of kind of gives an idea of the song, but also doesn’t. I’m fine with that here though, as I feel that the writing flows well enough.
t e l e p a t h テレパシ’s “能力者 – 時間の波紋” (“Ability – Ripples of Time”) is from ロストエデンへのパス, a collaborative album with Nmesh.
I hope you enjoy.
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The sound of rain, and birds, and it’s looking outside and maybe seeing something idealised. Outside the house, into the rain, hearing birds. It’s a moment for pause; a moment of stillness, and it holds until a light rattling starts coming through the rain.
Perhaps it’s not accurate to call it a rattling. It’s redolent of chimes, or at least that’s how ti seems. It gets louder, and seems more overtly chime-like as it goes, and as it grows it echoes, and something else more quiet and low seeps into the small gaps.
Things feel off, but the rain continues, and that quiet thing grows louder, or at least seems to. It seems as though the space is warping and transforming, and maybe it’s becoming something else entirely. The chimes distort further and the rain remains constant, and the chimes continue on and linger, and they trail off from themselves. They reveal shape in brief flashes, and they almost imitate the rain, or at least the water as it feels.
It all grows distant and harsh as the space is detached from. There’s an anchoring to the space, but it seems more distant and difficult to discern, and soon everything fades away and the song ends.
Alright, it’s a Monday and the sun is coming out and I’m trying to warm up by writing furiously, and with some sort of fury in a furious manner. No fury in me, however. Whatever shall I do?
Not much.
Dulled day, but that’s fine. Dull is good; it carries the day forward, and the day is going to get better… I hope. No telling at the moment, but I do hope, and so as much as I hope, I must do in order to see it change and all those wonderful things. Things of wonder, and wonderful things that circulate and transmogrify and transform until there is nothing left that was old and now it’s all new and… what am I going on about?
Today I’m going to attempt something I haven’t attempted in a while, and it has nothing to do with here. It’s a thing pertaining to the writing of reviews, and we’ll see what happens. Maybe it’ll turn out okay. I am yet to know and I am yet to find out… because I am yet to know. It’s a matter of seeing if it can actually be done.
Well, it can, but I’m not sure if I have the energy or fortitude to do it.
But the days get longer and shorter at the same time, and things improve and change, and I keep pushing on and trying to get somewhere, and maybe I will. Maybe things will keep getting better. Naturally, I hope they do. I just need to keep pushing on and pushing through, and keep going. Need to see where it all takes me and all that stuff.
I don’t know if I’d ever measure my success in terms of financial gain at this point. I do know, however, that I will measure some of it in specific ways that mostly pertain to “Am I getting this done”?
So I don’t know what to say from here, other than I think my writing is slowing down a bit more than I’d like, but perhaps that has to do with the desk height and a few other things, and perhaps I need to think of other things at the present moment. Work starts soon and I’ve done very little, but it’s a nice day and it’s a day that stretches and compresses, and that’s all okay. That’s all good. We’ll see what happens.
I know not much will happen now, but perhaps something will happen later. we’ll see. It’s always “We’ll see”, but we’ll see.
Now I don’t know what else to say. I’ve put myself under a timer and I’ve hit the mark and I’ve nothing else, and I need to move on but I don’t know how and so I need to write this dragging of the words out in order to reach the goal, but I’ve nothing in the tank.
Maybe I need to get to work and just end this early, but I don’t think that’s appropriate right now.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:28:64
Not exactly what I’d call a good bit of writing.
Business as usual, essentially.
Written at work.
Stupidity Hole 