Free-Writing

As per the normal pattern these days, I have spent the vast majority my time alone in this room, in quiet contemplation. Today is no different.

Normally, I will listen to music, and will try to use a variety of visual stimulus to distract myself, though, unfortunately, my mind is not well trained enough to ignore itself. The diversity of things that run through my head are relatively great. As each day passes, all things change. Constants exist, but the effect of those things is different every day. Consider, I suppose, gravity. An ever consistent force in our lives that acts upon us at all times, but through time, it treats us differently. I can't find the words to be more precise, so I will say this - some days, you fall, others you don't.

The same is true of the human condition, I'd argue. Our minds are constant so long as they exist, though our minds exact and enact different things upon us at every waking moment. Each moment, a different emotion. Each word a new experience. Each stroke of the pen, a new creation. With each hello, a goodbye and so forth.

With that, I'm not sure what my aim was. This is an entire exercise in free-writing, for me. Our English Instructor (though, I find that English is not accurate enough to describe what he's instructing) for this semester decided to introduce us to, and instruct us in 'free writing'. Whether the hyphen is supposed to be present or not, I am not sure, though I intentionally refer to it as free-writing, because in my mind, the two have become intrinsically associate with one another. In writing, you give freedom and liberation to a thought. It's almost basic. The object is to keep the pen (in this case, the keystrokes) moving for as long as possible. Whatever comes to mind, comes onto the paper (or field).

So then, I've been proven to be rather disorganized with this, and somewhat cryptic. Oh well.

Eric