Five-Hundred Word Challenge 409: Houses, Hills, Roads, Cars

There is a little bit of dew on the window that leads to the outside world outside of this attic, and it is a little bit cold, and I am sitting here trying to do something, but not really, for I am sitting here feeling tired and lazy.

There must be something that lies beyond the walls that I can search for, and yet there is nothing other than what can be perceived.

That, surely is greater than nothing at all,

Perhaps on a journey toward something better than being nothing, there is a whole world out there that awaits exploration, wanting to be seen by eyes that are yet to rest upon houses upon houses, hills, roads, cars, people, cafés, and so on.

Perhaps the journey is within the mind and the outside world is merely ancillary to the spectacle that we all want in our lives.

Perhaps there is a bit of waffling going on in this bit of text. Maybe someone let in a draught.

If that is indeed the case, then someone needs to let the draught out.

Maybe this is all influenced by my being cold and refusing to put on anything more than my underpants.

The possibilities are endless, really.

However, they are not endless.

Perhaps it is indeed this cold and this is now something that I must combat in order to get off the computer, for the cold is forcing me to work here against my will and that is something that I should not tolerate, for it is a horrible thing to be forced into and this is now a problem in my life that won’t go away unless I actually do something about it, so I really need to get to doing something about the situation unless I really want to remain here for the rest of my life instead of going outside and seeing all that the world has to offer, but in order to defeat the cold I need to find the opposite which will not easily reveal itself unless some other actions are taken, but I don’t know what those actions are.

Still, if there is a will, then there surely is a way and that way is what I hope to find, but I must get to work in order to find the way that leads to the will, but in order to do so I must free myself from the tyrannical grasp of this cold that is forcing me to sit in front of this computer against my will.

There are a few issues here, and they must also be solved.

Well, instead of all that, I think I might just get up, get ready and go to work instead. It seems like a more productive use of my time at this stage.

Possibly. It’s a bit hard to tell when it’s the time of the morning that is currently the time of the morning now.

Perhaps I should just put on some comfy clothes.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:66

I’m not sure as to what to make of this one.

It’s pretty stupid.
Has a nice sense of whimsy.


Written in The Attic.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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