Fatigue. Fatigue. Fatigue.
Well, I had nothing else to say on this fine evening of evenings, so that is what I shall leave you all with to read on this evening of fine evenings existing within a paradigm of evenings that are of the quality known as fine, and by name it is named fine, for it is the descriptor for the type of evenings within this paradigm of evenings that are considered as being fine, hence the name “fine evenings” to describe the evenings that have been collated over time together into one space, thus allowing us to know that they are related to each other in some manner, for if they were scattered and you had to look for all of the evenings that were considered as being fine, which is the descriptor used to describe the evenings that have been collected together as they are considered fine, thus making the word “fine” a fine word to use to describe the evenings, then the time that you would have would not be considered fine.
Of course, if I just leave you with just that, then there would be very little point in sharing this post. Or maybe there would be a point. I’m not really sure when it comes to this one. I guess that if I just left the whole thing as just three words and little else, then it would be sparse and maybe there could be some meaning divined from the text that is being written, but I never know with these things. Realistically, I should have the text lead into something else, followed by another thing, but at the same time I think that it stands pretty well on its own. In a way, it gets the point across and I don’t have to worry about expanding any further, so it’s kind of neat on its own. However, I am sure that there is plenty more that I could add. What I could add, I do not know. This is a bridge that must be crossed in order to divine the true nature of the reality of the words and whether they need to be expanded upon, but I do not know if this is a bridge that I dare cross. It is a bit of a scary prospect as I do not know as to what could lie on the other side for me.
What if there is some form of success that I am yet to approach? What if there is something else that lies beyond my being of existence that may lead to a new path hat is yet to be trodden? What am I to do?
Where am I to go?
How am I to know?
Do I really think that I should expand the text to something else, or am I merely just trying to get thoughts out?
I guess I should leave the text as it is, but there really should be something more than the three words.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:00:80
I need to be doing this earlier in the day.
A bit too tired at this point for the writing.
I also need more sleep, but that is another story for another time.
Written in Redfern.