Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1230: Series of Short Moments

Posted on February 27, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

And once more the passage of time is marked by a series of short moments wrapped together so they congeal into a continuous form shared between a select few who happen to be within the same pocket of space of a certain defined size, and so once more there’s a bit of joy and sadness and all that other stuff that comes with the celebrating of the passing of time.

So we’re now in a new period of time that constitutes a year but the year already started, so this is a year that crosses over two years but that’s not something that needs to have attention paid to it as there are far less interesting things to pay attention to, but that’s okay anyway. The celebration features things and viewing and talk. It features a lot of talk, thought it would be more accurate to say that it featured a lot of talk as that was yesterday and now is today which is when yesterday is viewed as a time no longer seen as present but rather past.

The celebrating is gone and now it all goes back to business as usual, and it’s almost as though the whole thing didn’t happen, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. It’s better as some sort of odd blip rather than a continual stretch that goes beyond anything reasonable. It keeps things more noticeable in the memory as it moves farther and farther away, in part due to our going forward beyond what was something that provided a small bit of scenery that was appreciable nonetheless. Over time memory will transform it, but the sentiment and the emotion should remain the same.

It’s in these moments where we may or may not learn something that we carry on as we keep on going, though they may not help shape us at all. Still, now is the time for reflection, to see if there really is anything to learn and then we go from there. We grow as people and we reflect on what these events mean, if they do indeed mean anything at all outside of a signifier of the passage of time, and we try to work out if what we have done is worth it or not and then we forget and go back to doing the dishes as the dishes need to be done and soon I’ll need to head on out to pick up my partner and then come back home so we can eat and relax and hopefully have a quiet night.

You hope the night is quiet as you just want to rest, sometimes.

Still, there will be plenty of ruminating, trying to work out where we’re going and if there’s any point in trying to know what that holds beyond the short term, though of course some things are more predictable over long periods, but in the end we just keep on going hope for the best, and pepper in a few other things.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:49:80

This didn’t turn out as well as I’d hoped, but I think it turned out better than perhaps it could have.

Written at home.

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The Vehicle Misses the View

Posted on February 26, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This was taken around the same time as these two, and I like how it contrasts with the first. There’s still a view, but it’s much more obscured here and feels less open.

I also like how the car appears to be really small.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1229: Staying Awake

Posted on February 25, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I’m so spent right now and want to have an early night but this is something I cannot do for there is a great deal of work ahead. A lot of writing and another interview, the second of today. I’m not complaining much as this is something I’ve brought upon myself. It also means there should be a good deal of things on Culture Eater next week, assuming I get things published. Just I need sleep and put myself into a position where I am going to be denied it, but sometimes that’s the way things go. It could be worse.

Maybe I can sneak in a few five minute naps every fifteen minutes. Work for fifteen, nap for five and and go with that. Go on a cycle and somehow be awake enough to be coherent for tonight. I could try and do that.

I don’t think it will work, somehow.

Maybe I should just try and stay awake and sand the fatigue back and in doing that I can then become some sort of spherical ball of energy that sustains itself through some thing that generates more energy than it consumes, thus solving many issues involving the loss of energy in this grand universe that is ours and bringing a great peace and restfulness to all. Maybe if I could do that I’d be set.

There is no avoiding this; I have much to do and need to just push on through and hope for the best. if I can do that then I can do anything. If I can do anything then I’ll do everything. If I do everything then there will be nothing left and I’ll be the hero for all time and if I can be that, then I really am set and that will be that and I don’t know where to go from there.

If I do everything then there’s nothing and so I guess I could sit for a while and have a bit of a nap and maybe a full sleep until something new comes along. Maybe I’d just have to create something new. That too is a possibility.

Maybe I just need to consider that I’m trying to avoid talking about needing to sleep, but I so desperately want to talk about it right now as I want to whinge and complain and stretch things out to a length far longer than necessary, but I cannot as I need to deal with what I’ve done here and so deal with it is what I am currently doing, but I don’t want to. I just want my sleep and I want to do nothing and I don’t want to think about anything for a good few hours.

Still, the interview will be fun. I know that much, but of course it could go badly and I could ask a bunch of silly questions. It’s happened before; it happened earlier today, so I could very well do it again.

Maybe I will.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:28:37

This was fun. There are some things in here that could probably go somewhere if I expanded upon them, but I won’t.

Written at home.

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Gecko&Tokage Parade: Perfect Spring

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen for this one that got broken up a bit by a motorbike.
I think I was trying to just write about the song and describe it without imagery, but something seeped in and I feel it helped. There’s kind of a sense of change in the writing which captures the sense of change on the song, or at least that’s what I believe.

Gecko&Tokage Parade’s “Perfect Spring” is from Next Border.

I hope you enjoy.

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A beat plays out steady and with space. Has a pause before it resumes and keys and bass come in. They are gentle and they pause before the next motion.

On the next motion bass moves a little more but all stays gentle. Come the next one and guitar echoes on a steady repetition above the other instrumentation. Soon bass takes on more notes and gets a little livelier, though remains gentle.

Eventually this stops and in the space sounds rest and let the gentleness expand before implying a build and continuing once more.

In this new state the sounds draw out and compress in a similar way to before, and all is slow, but they seem to drift more. They seem to watch something above and daydream, and feel some sort of joy and sadness, and it’s tender and sweet, and easy. It all floats on and heads off to where it must, and soon it suddenly stops and leaves the percussion on its own to close things off at the song’s end.

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Losing Face

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This was taken around the same time as these two photos.
Just playing around with quickly turning my head.
The photo didn’t work as well as I’d hoped due to how the blur was captured. However, when I came back to it the day after I first processed it and being more aggressive with adjustments the below came out and I feel the result works a bit better.

I feel the image is a little uncomfortable in a way. It probably isn’t but it’s how it feels to me. There’s a sense of loss of identity on the individual level, I think, or maybe a sense of masking. An eye still comes through, however. Maybe it speaks of something that remains beneath it all. Who knows?

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. 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.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1228: Pumping Crap

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Alright, it is time to have an hour of power, though there will be a brief bathroom break as a break is coming up soon and it requires use of the bathroom. Funny how these things happen.

I’m gonna push on through and write a whole load of crap as that is something worth pursuing. There isn’t enough crap out there and so there needs to be more. Need to be really pumping it out and making sure that there is no escaping the deluge of sentences that provide nothing comprised of words chosen on the fly. This is how it all goes down and so it is going to go down, and in that way in particular.

Where to go from here? Ah yes, that way!

So anyway, I think that the sun is nice sometimes and what is also nice are the trees outside and a few other things, but I’m worried that they might all combine and become some sort of transforming organism that transforms between a structure that appears humanoid and a structure that appears vehicular. This worry is not founded on anything based in reality other than a series of thoughts but it could happen. It could happen today. If it does, then what?

There’d be little I could do about it. There’d be little you could do about it. This is not something you’d want to set on fire because it wouldn’t work very well as all the things would probably be fireproof if they can combine with the sun.

Alright, so if I use a lot of water then perhaps that will solve the problem. Then again, I’m fairly certain that the trees in this area use water to assist in growing, so maybe that will make them grow faster.

Maybe it’s just snow. I just need a lot of snow and I’ll throw the snow at this thing and then that will solve the issue. But at what cost?

Anyway, what I’m saying is that this is a situation of unprecedented danger and I need to get through it somehow, but I’ve no idea as to how. I don’t know what you do when you get this thing that transforms from a vehicle to a humanoid shape. I don’t know what to do and it’s just gonna destroy everything, unless it doesn’t. Maybe this new god-like being will be a benevolent ruler and we’ll all be led down a path of prosperity and all will be good and peace will finally be achieved. However, there is a good chance that other places will want their own and then it becomes a new arms race and I’m getting sick and tired of those.

We need to race with legs and not arms. Racing with arms is tiring and… well, maybe we need both but that’s not important right now. What is important is that I’m worried this transforming thing will create a bit of hassle and that’s something that I’d much rather avoid.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:51:76

Been on my break, kind of commencing properly now. Kind of.

Anyway, this is a wonderful bit of silliness.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1227: Stopped by Rain

Posted on February 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

So I was getting ready to head out as there’s stuff I want to do and I want to also stretch my legs. I was ready, I headed to the door and suddenly the rain fell and now I’m here writing about it, as though it is anything to write about. Right now I’m just looking to kill time so maybe killing time doing this is helpful, or something. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never know. However, I do know that I’m going to keep on writing this until it’s done and hope that the rain has died down enough for me to be able to head on out and do the things and all that stuff.

It’s interesting that this has happened, though maybe it isn’t. It’s just life. It seems like it’s fateful, or at least if I were to postulate in an odd direction, I’d say it is fateful. I’d say that something is trying to tell me something, but I’m not going to say that as I know that that isn’t the case. I do know, however, that I am slightly annoyed by the happening as it means I leave later rather than sooner and I’d rather leave sooner rather than later, but sometimes that’s the way things go. Sometimes you get stopped in your going about things and so you just deal with it, so long as there is the space to deal with it, of course.

There are far worse things that I could be dealing with right now, though admittedly when I leave the house I will be dealing with something pretty serious. Still, it is something that will hopefully see itself nipped in the bud pretty quickly, though of course these things have a way of dragging themselves out in a rather nasty and unpleasant way. In any event, a serious call will be made and then a tribunal booking will occur and then hopefully some rather overdue compensation will be paid.

The rain is slowing down and I sit here and air some dirty laundry in a rather vague way. I’ve said nothing and so nothing has been said. It’s not always a good way to go about things, but sometimes you feel you have to in order to at least get something across. Could be worse; always can be, but could be better. Still, the rain is nice, as is the sound of birds signifying a bit of a rest, and so in knowing that it’s probably time for me to get up and go and get on with the walking as there is a lot of walking to do and there are very few days in which to do said walking. There is a bit of going out and seeing things and taking some photos and I should probably get to that as soon as I stop writing, which I will.

Then again, maybe I won’t. The rain may strike once more. Maybe it is some sort of sign.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:50:85

A bit more seriousness in this than I would have liked.

Written at home.

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A Poem About a Summer Storm

Posted on February 22, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

The first two lines were scribbled out yesterday.
The second two just now.
In the hands of a better writer I think the imagery in this would be more effective.
That said, I think I did alright here.

I hope you enjoy.

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A roar reverberates through the dark
Among it a pitter-patter upon the paths
Spaces of light are drowned out by noise
As are summer’s evening sounds

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1226: Burn Out Respite

Posted on February 21, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

There is a time and a place for everything and sometimes that is something that is not available. Ergo, sometimes you have to create the time and place for everything, but there is no telling and all that other stuff so you know how it goes and so on and so forth and slowly the spiral is returning and so it is time to get away from the spiral.

Just need to walk off the spiral and onto whatever it is that I can claim I can walk onto. Perhaps it is a stage and with that stage there is a chance to perform, but the performance must contain honesty. It must contain integrity. If it does not, then who am I to say that I really performed?

Perhaps there is no performance and there is no time and place for everything, but I do know that there is always room to try. It is good to try and it is good to try and go somewhere. It is good to work hard, but it is also good to not burn out. Perhaps creating a time and place for everything would also allow for the creation of a time and place for recovering from burning out, but at the same time there is a good chance that in doing this you’d burn out well before you’d get to the point where you’d have a place to recover from burning out and so maybe that is what should be created first.

Starting with a place to rest and then creating everything else so that all and everything is accommodated for would be the best way to go about things, but then again the order needs to still be considered and perhaps more time would be spent recovering from burn out than getting anything done and maybe this just isn’t a good idea at all. However, smaller goals are something to work toward and so… yeah.

You know, I wasn’t aiming to write something that could be seen as some sort of advice and was hoping for something much more silly and loose. It didn’t happen and now I have this, but really the best advice I can offer, at least at this particular juncture, is to make sure you are in a position to help others before you help others. Burning out and not being in the right space to make sure that you yourself are okay doesn’t help you help others, and continuously pushing through that kind of things can lead to some pretty undesirable impacts to your health. You have to make sure that you’re okay.

I think that not enough people look after each other for fear of selfishness and its unfortunate. We are allowed to look after ourselves, especially when it’s necessary. We just need to also make sure that we are helping each other without overextending.

Well, with that being said, I think it’s time to end this bit of writing as I’ve not much else.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:08:58

A bit of a mess before I hit a topic. Definitely could’ve been better in a few places.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1225: No Respite in This Heat

Posted on February 20, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Tired. Hot. Lack of sleep. Hot day. These are not related. However, if I say them over and over enough times, I think I might discover something new.

I don’t need to do this to myself during summer but at the very least summer is nearly over and soon there will be some sort of relief, or at least a sense of relief that will not be earned but appreciated regardless. It’s gonna be a time to celebrate and the celebrating will be done through a vigorous round of not doing very much.

Perhaps there will be some slithering.

Anyway, right now I have to deal with this situation that I find myself in so of course I am howling and cursing in pain and terror and all those other things. This is terror incarnate. There is no torture worse than what I am currently experiencing so I flail in a void of darkness, not knowing if I am on the ground, floating or falling. I know not what anything is anymore, but the pain and torment remain and so I try to sluggishly crawl my way out of this space of destitution, not knowing if I am going anywhere.

I keep on trying to get out of this and it continues on for eternities upon eternities It just keeps on going and it is nothing more than a series of jokes at my expense. I am sweating and I am barely moving, and I am in a position where I must stay awake but feel a strong desire to go sleep for a while, but I cannot. I must continue to suffer in solitude and all this suffering is diminishing character.

Of course I could just go to the exit door and use that and then have a nap or something, and there is a fan, but that would be easy. That would take away all the drama of this writing and my ability to really put it on as these would provide some sort of relief and if I am to take the option of relief, then there is no turning back for me. There is no ability to come back from a brief respite and so I have no idea what I’ll do from there. I have no idea if I dare take away something that so enables me to go on at length about things that don’t matter that much in the grand scheme of things.

Anyway, the pain, the discomfort, the horror and the terror! All howl at me as the wind blows dry and dull across a decaying sky, and I am here, hearing the sound of summer outside which provides some sort of pleasing sensation, if only the heat were not here to pull upon my very soul. I am afforded no rest despite a deep desire to, and I continue to endure the thousand insults that are thrown my way by this weather. It is unjust and unfair, and it’s also unpleasant.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:40:46

This was fun to write. It’s not good, but it was fun.

Written at home.

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