Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1206: Rambling About Fish

So a long day lies ahead and there is much to do and now that that is out of the way I should probably start talking about fish.

Fish exist and in their existence they are doing things. They do the things that fish do and what they do involves the things that fish do.

What are the things that fish do?

Well, fish move about through the process of manipulating muscles so as to generate movement that allows them the kind of thrust they need so as to be able to move in a direction. Sometimes that thrust is used to not move very much due to various reasons, such as trying to not move with a current.

Fish are known to live in aqueous regions and this is due to those being the places where they function the most efficiently. Outside of water and on land, they don’t function as efficiently and so fish prefer to be immersed in liquid rather than immersed in non-liquid.

That said, there are times when they must leave what they prefer so as to be able to achieve some sort of goal.

A fish will eat and sometimes it will not eat. Sometimes they will mate so as to propagate their species. Sometimes this does not happen. There are a lot of things that may or may not happen in the life of a fish and so there could be many events that lead somewhere, or nowhere, or appear to lead somewhere and end up leading nowhere, or appear to lead nowhere and end up somewhere. This is probably not something that a fish thinks about, though I don’t have the mind of a fish so I cannot be certain.

Sometimes in the presence of a fish are other fish. When this happens the fish may or may not congregate. It likely depends on the type of fish and its behaviour and all those other things that I am not going to rattle off right now as there are a lot of things that can determine fish gathering.

Sometimes fish have to deal with predators. Predators may want to consume a fish and so the fish will need to avoid the predator in whatever way that it can. There are many techniques for avoiding a predator; one of which involves mutualism. Outside of that are a series of other options and some are more useful than others, though of course it depends quite a bit on the situation as well as what works best for whichever species of fish is currently at risk of having to directly interact with a predator that wants to eat the fish.

I don’t know what it is like to be a fish and I’m not sure I ever want to find out. However, if there is one thing that I can say with certainty, it is what I am about to say with a great deal of certainty:

If anything, a fish is something that exists.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:18:69

Just thought I’d ramble about fish for a bit.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1205: Outrun the Afternoon

The afternoon has dragged itself into view and now I’m trying to outrun it. I don’t want to be caught by the afternoon. There is so much that I need to get out of the way first and if I don;’t get all that out of the way then the afternoon will get me and where does that leave me? Other than right where I am, of course.

I need to run but I have not done a bit of a run in a long time so therefore I need to prepare. I need to engage in the art of the montage and hope for the best and if I can hope for the best long enough, then I can get to where IP need to be. However, the montage needs to be snappy. It needs to move at a good pace and not feel rushed but it needs to be faster than the speed of a regular montage. Therefore the montage in which I’d be conducting would be a minimal montage.

Well, maybe it wouldn’t be that minimal at all, but rather just reduced. There still would be enough to work out the idea of progress and all the other things that you need to know in order for a montage to work, but it would be over faster than the usual montage and that way I still have a bit of time to run before the afternoon reaches me.

Of course the hope is that the afternoon doesn’t reach me and I can outrun it, get to the other side and then sit here for a bit longer and twiddle my thumbs before the afternoon reaches me once more and leaves me going “I need to outrun the afternoon so as to have more time to get the things done that I need to get done” and then go running again. This might not seem like the best way of going about things, but I can assure you that it most certainly is as there’s a big benefit here and that benefit is that I get to do a bit of running and sometimes running is good for you.

I’d need to make sure that I do it with shoes that minimise impact as much as possible and I need to make sure that I stay hydrated and all that, but assuming that all things go well, then it would be full run ahead off into an unknown horizon where all is majestic and I’d just need to keep on running and avoid the dangers of running a long distance that lie ahead as they would inevitably act to prevent me from outrunning the afternoon. The afternoon would then catch up to me and I’d be a bit stuffed as it would drag me back to where I currently am and force me to sit here and get on with the getting on and all that other stuff.

So with all that said, it’s time for a running montage.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:35:55

Silly writing, but fun writing.

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Towers in the Bush

This was taken a few weeks ago during a trip to the Blue Mountains.
I shared a photo of these towers a few months ago before and it’s nice to see them up close here. There’s something more dryly menacing about them here, though that may have to do with the clearer sky and how much they sit above the vegetation.

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 1204: A Ramble Influenced by a Long Day

A long day leads to a cool evening and the sky was clear but the clouds drift on over slowly, yet surely. There is something nice about this. Something about a nice coolness that slowly creeps through the air and into the residence, but that doesn’t have much to do with the clouds that are gradually appearing in the visible space outside the window of this bedroom.

Some leaves and branches gently move as a breeze moves around them and there is a sense of the idyllic. Light gradually fades and lights switch on and I’m writing about this for some reason. Trying to find some sort of expression of beauty in the world around me, but I don’t need to find it as it’s there in a rather obvious manner, but it is marred by the visibility of the urban as it constantly presses itself upon a scene that could be more natural than it currently is.

Still, it is a nice scene. The rumble of thunder disturbs it, but it remains nice, somehow.

Now I’m not sure as to what else there is to write about.

I have a desk and on this desk is a computer that suffers every day. It suffers as it has to interact with me and I am merciless, even though I try to be careful. Maybe I am not merciless but that is something else to think about on a day that is not today as today right now it’s all about getting stuff done.

It’s about explaining why today was long and trying not to stray from that though I think that in saying that, I know that somewhere there is a bed waiting for me and I’ll need to meet it sooner rather than later as there is often a need to rest and that need for rest grows greater with may passing days and… something and… yeah…

Yeah.

So anyway, I think that now that I can hear the sound of thunder it is time to shut the windows but I want it to cool down a bit more before I do, but it’s all kind of a race at the moment. It’s a race toward getting enough cool air inside so that it’s not too hot and hoping that the outside does not come inside, which it might, but hopefully it won’t. If it does, then that’s something else that I’ll need to deal with but I don’t want to deal with that today. Maybe I can deal with that at another point in time, but for now it is not something I want to handle. I’d be happier not handling it and making sure that it is elsewhere, but how d9o I make sure of that? I have no control over the weather. If the weather wants to come in here then I am powerless to do anything about that.

So anyway, it was a hot day and driving around wasn’t fun, but the destinations were nice.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:02:38

A bit haphazard, messy and probably a bit directionless.

Written at home.

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Luis Vasquez: Title Screen

Two listens for this one, mostly to see if I could pull a bit more out of what I was hearing. Probably could’ve finished this in one. However, I did also slow a bit during the first listen, but anyway.

So I thought I’d get more out of what I heard but apparently I was wrong. That’s fine; sometimes you don’t get as much as you think you will.

Luis Vasquez’ “Title Screen” is from Ecco the DolphinTimeless Ocean, a tribute album based on the music from the Ecco the Dolphin games. The song here is a cover of the title screen music from Ecco the Dolphin: Defender of the Future.

I hope you enjoy.

Guitar heralds the rising sun and it shimmers upon the ocean still as it is full of motion.
Soon bass, percussion and other sound roll on in and a steady rhythm rolls out. Guitar floats, glides and crests over the rhythm and a joyous sense washes over all; the fantastic rules and permeates with unabated ease.

Soon the guitar separates, but it remains slow and it further rises above, viewing the grandness as it spreads, and all is fine. It keeps its slowness and soon settles back closer to the other sounds. The fantastic remains prominent and all are aligned, moving across vast space and remaining flowing toward their final note at the song’s end.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1203: Thinking About a Light

A long day at work and now racing the clock. Rather glad that tomorrow is a day I have off.

Sitting here, trying to work out what to write, trying to work out if I should instead rest but I’m feeling the fire and so I need to keep going. Need to take advantage of that burning in be before it peters out and I am unable to write another word on this evening of evenings.

I need to think about what is and is not and how the light outside seems to shine on only one vehicle. Of course it shines on multiple ones, but from this angle it seems to shine on only one.

What is it doing? What is it trying to highlight? I am unable to discern the answer with a sense of ease and that may have to do with how tired I am currently feeling. However, I feel that there still is an answer that can be reached, so long as we look at things from a certain way.

Maybe the light is trying to tell me about what I should and should not desire. I can confirm that I do not desire the vehicle it is highlighting as it is not one that I would make use of. Maybe that will change one day, but at least for now the case is that that is not a vehicle I would drive. It is not one I want to engage in driving.

Maybe the light is trying to tell me about how objects can appear as part of a landscape though, when we look at them properly, we realise they are not. Maybe we are meant to realise that they are, even if they are moving. Maybe we are meant to realise that, despite our altering of what does and does not constitute nature, anything that is clearly not of nature still becomes part of the landscape.

It is possible that the light is trying to highlight the banality of the urban sprawl and what we consider as interesting and fantastic and all that.

Maybe the light has nothing to tell and just wanted to highlight a vehicle. That too is possible and so that is something that I need to consider.

There are plenty of ways that this could go, but the light is just doing what it does. It knows nothing else. It is either off or it is on and little else, if anything, is something that it will consider. The way that it shows things are relative to what surrounds it and its position. It sits out of reach – unless someone has the gear to get them up to where it is – and it provides light in a darkened area.

I think I have thought enough about the light and so I’m done thinking about the light now. I think that now it is the time to rest, but only after more thinking and rambling about structures of the urban.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:58:92

Rambling of the rambling variety.
Not the worst thing. I think there’s some interesting starts of ideas here.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1202: Get Down to Business

New year and all that.

Alright, time to get down to business. There’s a good deal of cleaning that needs doing and there isn’t much time. Too much spittle, not enough shine. Everyone was having a good time and then they left but they didn’t take their mes with them. Not good enough but there’s nothing that can be done about that now. The next set of guests are coming and they need the place clean, post-haste.

Too much work to do but there will be no corners cut. Need to get everything done. Need to pride ourselves on making sure that nothing but the best is presented and nothing but the best is what people get. We’re not operating on our best, we’re not operating. It’s nothing but the whole and that’s what we’re going to have our guests experience.

This place is going to be so clean that people will be able to slide and glide if they so choose. It’ll be so clean that it’ll be as though the place never had experienced others before. We’ll get it done. We need to get it done. It’s what we do.

We just need to make sure that they don’t leave a mess too. They’re gonna be here for a while and so we need to make sure they don’t treat this place like it’s a dumping ground. They need to show some respect back, but we can’t force them to. We’ll just gently nudge and persuade them into doing so.

The last set of guests left far too much behind. They didn’t care and it’s was quite unfortunate that we entertained them, if I am to be honest. However, that is neither here nor there. We can only hope that we never have to entertain those guests at any point in the future. If we are in a position where we may have to, we can try to redirect them elsewhere, but if that fails then we will worry about that then.

If those guests return whilst these new ones are here, then we shall do our best to force them away. We’ll also do our best to return their waste to them, assuming we haven’t already handled it, of course. It is theirs after all, and so they should be the ones to carry that burden. However,  until that time happens, we must do our best to cater to our guests that soon arrive, and we must ensure that they are looked after and that they do not add to the troubles that we’ll be left handling after they leave. We must cater to them and ensure that all is okay, we must do our best to maintain a tidy place. We will do our best, for if we don’t, then what? We don’t want people coming here and seeing a place that cannot be used; we want them to be able to use the place.

Let us hope that they’re more responsible than the last guests.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:59:61

This started as something that became about maintaining a place and then it became sloppy allegory. Not bad.

Written at home.

 

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The End of 2022

What a year.

It was long. It is now in its final hours and it will soon end so as to allow the next year to take its rightful place in this series of counting.

I didn’t get as much done as I’d have liked, but that’s the way things seem to go. Such is life and all that. Far less reviews, far less writing overall. Just not a productive year.

Did a lot of thinking, though that’s not different from usual.

Got pretty sick which is kind of different from usual. Having Covid sucked but I got through it. That’s the main thing.

Probably the biggest thing was having if not one of then the closest of my friends come back into my life. I was gonna say something else, but that pretty much covers it.

Overall the year was a bit of a mixed bag. Some things were good and some things were not good. Tomorrow is another day in a series of days and so we keep on keeping on and we try to make things better how we can. Hopefully this means we spend more time getting each other into a better position in life, and also more time rejuvenating nature.

2023? Bring it on.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1201: Third Attempt at a Ramble

This is the third attempt I’ve made at trying to write something this morning. The first ended very shortly into the actual writing and it’s due to feeling I could get a better start. The second is due to having to get up and walk away. Now we are at attempt number three.

Now I don’t know if I will get anywhere with this one and maybe that’s appropriate. Maybe this bit of writing has no business being written and I’m just trying to squeeze things out of nothing once more. That is a possibility that does not weigh on my mind and maybe that is something that will not change.

Maybe it will change in the new year. Certainly won’t change in the old year as if it does, it will then be something that will have changed in the old year, though I guess it depends on how loose people are with how the progression of narration goes and all that other stuff. It’s not something I know too much of, or at least as far as I’m aware, it’s not something that, as far as I’m aware, I know too much of, so therefore here’s a clunky sentence that gets that idea across; specifically, the idea of not knowing too much about narrative flow.

I guess the phrase functions as a poetic device but that’s neither here nor there right now.

So I’m sitting here and right now I’m in the last day of the year. That’s alright; there still are things to do. Tomorrow is the first day of the new year but for now I’m not there and it doesn’t matter too much anyway. The flow of time continues on and there is no massive change. I’ll keep trundling along; I’ll keep going the way I’m going.

Sometimes it can be good to try and see the new year as some sort of journey ahead where there are things that could or could not happen, but overall one filled with wonder and mystery and all that stuff, but that’s something I’ll probably crap on about later. Right now I just want to think about getting some things done because I’m tired and I need rest, but I need to get things done before the year ends.

Really there is no reason as to why I need to, but I feel a need to and it’s probably a bad thing to latch onto, but I’m doing so and so I’m continuing on and all that stuff. Being stubborn, pushing through and continuing on to wherever I am led by my own hand, though perhaps I should just let myself be led by meandering a bit more often. Still push on through but with no foundation and see what happens.

Maybe I’ll be carried through words that carry as though an ocean breeze hitting an idyllic slice of scenery, but that’s something to worry about later as I’m quite quickly running out of words for this rambling.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:13:87

More of a struggle to write this than I’d hoped, but sometimes that’s the way things go.

Written at home.

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A Poem About Moving About

I wrote a few lines earlier then stopped.
Picked back up just now.
Not anything great. Just short stuff, but I think it gets something across.

I hope you enjoy.

Into space I stare
Then I rise
I look for sources
To latch upon
To take me from here
For a short while
Though I must return
To finish what began
So I detach
And anchor myself
Where I was
so that once more
It is into space I stare

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