Four Hundred Words

I do not post a lot because I do not think I have anything interesting to say, much less have someone else say as they read this aloud, or even move their lips as they read. It is funny when people do that, but not at the expense of their feelings. It is not really that big of a deal at all, which is my point. Furthermore, I do not have super interesting pictures to post. Pictures are really the point of web logging: To log without a picture is to own a leash with no dog. A leash implies to people that you have a dog. It alludes to the size of the dog by its own size. It may even garner compliments if it is a cute or fuzzy leash. However, it does not prove a dog's existence because the existence of a leash dragging pedestrian is always on the table.

Having written all of this, I have hopefully disproven myself, and all of this web log's readers have a picture in the back of their retinas rather than the fronts. (Point of clarification, I picture things in my imagination as just described, and you may picture how and where you see fitting.) (Second clarifying point: I was trying to use the word 'fitting' as a play on words, as an actual picture be it a drawing or photograph may literally fit in a person's mind's eye.)

I now realize that I could have used the expression 'mind's eye' originally and avoided the need for clarification entirely. However, I was trying to weave a tapestry.

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It is disappointing that I do not have any thing to write about, but for the fact that I have so little on my mind, lately. That is not entirely true, because my mind is usually racing at 65 kph. Sometimes, I am able to slow it down enough to focus on one thing in real time in order to perform a given task. I am glad that this task was given to me even if it was given by myself: A self-given task, if you will. This task is thus completed and not performed any longer. The race of the mind then recommences.

It seems as though the loss of apathy frees up a lot of time.