Well, it’s that time of year once more. It’s that time of year that I dread as it signifies the passing of time in a way that is more signifying than any other day.
Actually, I don’t dread this particular time of year for that reason. It’s more that… well, I don’t dread it at all, now that I think about it. It’s more that I care and not care at the same time about this signification of the moving of the forward rather than the regression of the everything. That said, some things may regress. It’s hard to tell. Realistically a single bit of something in the grand scheme of things might signify the ticking over of some things, but the passage is always gradual and constant. Maybe it’s fast and constant. Things change at a steady pace. They don’t suddenly shift over in one particular moment, though some things do, which is both what I am and am not talking about right now.
Yes, it is currently that magical time of the year where I make a slight acknowledgement and then go back to doing whatever it was that I was doing: The last Wednesday of the month.
This Wednesday is very special for a myriad of reasons, of which I won’t really go into detail about as it would take up too much time and time is not necessarily what I have a lot of right now as there are plenty of things that I need to get done before the day’s end and so this bit of writing is merely a stop along the way of the process of getting things done. I’m also racing my need to go to the bathroom but that might be a bit of a silly thing. Still, I do plenty of silly things and so I’ll just keep on going with this and see how far I get before the inevitable responsibility takes over and I head off to other horizons.
Anyway, where way I? So this Wednesday, of which the day is today is special due to it being the last Wednesday of February. It is special for many reasons. They can;t all be listed. Yes, I know I’ve already covered that, but it needs to be reinforced.
Wait; they can all be listed, but it would take far too much time. How will you spend this day?
I know that I’m spending it listening to Pat Metheney’s latest record (From This Place). There will be a writing of a review of it, but I’ll cut to the chase and let you know what it’s like right now:
As the kids say, it’s a “banger” that “slaps”. Is that meant to be a slapping banger, or a banging slap? Or is it something that bangs as it slaps, or slaps as it bangs? I’m really not sure. I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee to understand youth culture. I don’t think I’ve had enough anything to understand youth culture right now. I don’t think I’ve ever understood youth culture. Probably the beauty of living under a rock, but it also comes with certain levels of detriment to my being, depending on how you view the act of living under a rock and being removed from what you’re meant to represent and how you’re meant to act, though realistically I don’t know if I am or am not. It just kind of feels that way, but realistically I’m probably not too far removed at all.
But anyway, this is a good record, but I’ll write about it some time in the future. Might take a lot of unpacking. Might not be able to unpack it at all. That’s going to be something I’ll have to see about.
Anyway, on this particular Wednesday there will be the writing. There will be procrastination, and perhaps there will be tears. It will be warm. I need to water my plants at some stage. That’s probably something I should do sooner rather than later. They’ve been so good to me, so the least I can do is assist with their continual survival.
Unfortunately the cucumber plants were lost to the stormy weather we’ve had, but I can always try with them again.
Well, I think I’ve reached my limit with what I can say at this point, so now I’ll try and describe some scenery.
It’s outside. You’re standing somewhere that gives a wide view of the low-lying land. It all seems so small and, due to particles in the atmosphere, seems to fade out the farther toward the horizon you look.
You’re somewhere up high and everything seems so massive. There’s little that is green, but greenery certainly is there. Patches of development appear close by. They refuse to congregate until they get closer to the ocean, of which still dwarfs everything without even trying.
Other than the sound of insects and other fauna, you’re only visited by the sound of the breeze moving around you.
It’s a lovely scene to some and not to others. It stands as a strong reminder of how small and insignificant we are, and yet how much of an impact we can have. It reminds us of how much more responsible we need to be, or the beauty of nature, or just the wonderment of being able to be reminded of how small we are so easily.
Well, instead of that I’m looking at a small computer in a room that’s not quite dark and not quite light. I’d rather be out there, seeing that scene, but this is fine for now. I can do a journey on another day.
So today I celebrate my birthday typing furiously whilst sitting in my underpants in the hopes that Ir each some sort of breakthrough and touch the hearts of many with my rough, clunky writing.
It is going to be a day, that’s for sure. What kind of day is yet to be seen, but a day nonetheless.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 15:34:92
There was little pausing as I wrote this. As always, this could be much better.
I think a while ago I was getting a bit smoother and more interesting with the writing but I seemed to have veered away from that and gone back to being far less smooth.
I feel like I’m doing rough sketches a lot of the time and I think this writing has that come through a bit more than I’d expect. At the same time, it does have some smooth moments that, whilst needing work, are easier to read.
Ultimately I’m satisfied with what came out. Could be better, could be more abstract / impressionistic, et cetera, but to me it feels grounded in a way that I think works.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 