It’s dark in here.
It is so dark that…. well, it’s not actually too dark. I can see as to what I am doing.
My pinky sticks out to the left on my left hand, and on the right, the pinky sticks out to the right. They seem to hover there in the air as my hands glide over the keyboard to make the words, almost as if they are some sort of control to make sure that my hands stay gliding on the air currents for as long as they need to, for the gliding is a thing that gets done quite often and this keyboard is smaller than what I am used to, although I am gradually getting used to it.
Realistically, I should turn on the motion lights, but I am lazy and want to sit here and would rather risk the eye strain than get up and do something about the lights. I would rather sit here in the dark and keep on beavering away than get up, move around for a bit and get the lights activated.
It is day the second of five in a sequential, continuous row, that I am here at university for a course known for it’s intense qualities, as we are being bombarded with information. Probably more information than what we’re used to receiving. A whole course in one week. It is intense and I am here as I thought it would be a good idea and I stand by my decision.
Well, I would stand. I would. I am sitting down, thus the idea of standing is little more than a metaphorical gesture that I am making. This is due to my sitting and my lack of desire to stand up in the given moment.
I should stand though. I should stand and stretch my legs out and go for a walk to keep the blood pumping. If I got that done, then I imagine that I would have blood pumping a bit better in my legs, or so they say.
In the brief silence between songs I heard how loud the strikes of the keys happen to be and it was frightening in a way that should not be frightening.
Well, it was not, but I don’t have much to go on. There is something that I want to write about, but my thoughts… well, they’re not complex, but I want to make sure that I get them across clearly. It would be easy to go on a tangent, as seen here, and that is not something that I want to do regarding the subject that I want to cover. It is something that requires thought and I imagine that if I cover it as I am at the moment I will just go into a strong, hard rage and that is not something that I want to do right now.
Right now I want to sit down and not stand, but I may just have to anyway.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:43:16
I was a little too aware whilst doing this one and kind of fizzle a bit of the way in.
Was not a good thing.
Written at UNSW.