Sunday is the day of the sun, or something to that effect.
Two of my fingers are a bit numb from doing things that involve instruments and strings.
Yes, that’s right; I was dealing with instruments that just so happen to have strings.
Well, how’s that for an introduction?
It’s a little cool, but that’s not deterrent from the things that need to be taken care of this fine day of days, as it were.
I know that there will be things to do as I leave the place of residence and step outside to embrace the world as it is and walk forward toward a goal that has been set for tackling, for the tacking of the goal must occur in order for the goal to be progressed and therefore have more goals progress forward as the one goal gets completed, leading to more goals of the possibility of begin achievable, and yet I am writing really slowly this morning as I’ve been a lazy person who has not kept up their regular process of churning out unacceptable trash and for that I am truly sorry, but sometimes you need to slow things down a little in order to pick back up once more, or that is at least what I am going to tell myself for I am living in a fantasy land.
Now, where was I going to go with this?
I’m not entirely sure.
So, today there will be the process of taking the photos and doing the things that lead to taking the photos. There may be study. There will be rehearsing. There will be other things that lead to other, other things. Overall there will be process followed and following those processes will lead to some sort of completion of many a thing by the end of the day, I hope.
Either that or the day will continue, I’ll grow bored and by the end of everything I’ll be wishing to go back home and lie in bed and not think about things other than reading my book which will be something that I do not do for I’ll get into bed and then pass out.
Then there shall be the act of sleeping in which I shall sleep and maybe remember my dreams when I wake up the following morning and perhaps write them down for all to read, if that does indeed happen.
It can be a difficult thing to tell sometimes, but that is the way that the log rolls when it is going down a hill at a fast pace and you cannot keep up with the log as it’s going too fast and you don’t want to injure yourself by going too fast as you might lose your footing so you can only watch as the log rolls down the hill at a speed that is far too fast for you to be able to do anything about it, so you should stop running.
I think I should eat.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:32:79
Could be much better, but there’s a nice flow to the thing.
Written in Redfern.