Write About What You See Out of the Window

I look out of the window and I see
rain.

I need to work
But the wooly dark…
I put a lamp on, can you believe it? At 11am!

I guess it’s a drifting kind of day.

But the noise…
(Texas rain isn’t gentle, Texas rain doesn’t ‘drizzle’, and Texas rain will have you out on your arse if you’re not careful)
…is making the cats nervous, and they’re running and caterwauling

and hurting my ears. Maybe it’s a quiet, drifting kind of day.

It’s easier to work on loud kinds of days. Not quiet, drifting kinds of days but-strong-and-solid-loud kinds of days, and I really need to

Get
Shit
Done.

Fucking rain. Pissing on my plans. How am I meant to be productive in an atmosphere like this? How will I measure my worth if not by my output
Or by how useful I am to others?

Sucker.
You’ve been fooled.
Believing in
The Environment’ again

What a fucking ruse.

As if I am ‘Me’ & it is ‘It’.

I turn off the lamp.

I look out of the window and see

myself.

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(farther reading/inspired partially by: Timothy Morton)

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