Food. There was food here. Now there are just a few bags. Two to be exact. Brown. Made of paper. Probably recyclable. Don’t know. Don’t care to find out at this very instance. Need to focus. Zoning into the zone. Zoning out of everything else. Just feeling the rhythm, feeling the flow. Letting the sounds come in and wash over me. Letting them carry ,e away to somewhere else. Feeling some sort of commitment in the sounds. Feeling the commitment of the assignments dawn upon me and dawn upon my being. Reaching out. Looking for a sunrise within myself, but of course the only one that I need to find is the one worth seeing.
Is this one ahead of me worth seeing? No, as it’s not a sunrise. It is a plain wall. There is another person here in the room, but I am speaking in metaphors, I think.
What is the sunrise a metaphor for?
I guess I’ll just say that the sunrise is a metaphor for the sunrise.
I saw a little bit of the sunrise on the way to university on this fine morning. I was at the station of trains in a particular region of Sydney.
There was no sun, but plenty of light. The sun was rising and I saw its product, but I did not see the sun. That is something that’s fine by me, I guess. I was probably too tired to appreciate it, or something.
Still got some nice shots.
There’s something nice about being at university this early with someone in my group. Need to work on the group assignment, need to work on chopping and changing it around. Need to knuckle down and get it all done, but it nearly is done which is the main thing. Need to get other things done, but this one is nearly done.
This has been a weird trimester. Time spent on buses hearing a radio host try to question the idea of electric cars being used in the future based on how they operate now. That was interesting.
Also seeing many a bus not stop as it was marked as “not in service” despite being the very bus that was meant to arrive at a particular stop around a particular time.
I’ve spent a lot of time waiting at bus stops this trimester, now that I think about it.
Now that I think about it, the trimester has not actually been all that weird. It has been pretty full, which is in a way a good thing.
Then again, there are plenty of things that may seem bad and are probably good, depending on the angle at which you view them from, such as electric cars.
Yes, based on today’s technology, they would take a lot of time driving from Sydney to Melbourne in sixteen years. I imagine that they would be much more efficient in power consumption in sixteen years’ time, seeing as technology improves and becomes more efficient over time.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:47:34
This post was brought to you by not enough sleep and probably a little too much caffeine.
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