Arctic Beetle

The digital clock in my room just moved a minute forward– it’s now 10:38 PM. For ten minutes, I will let these hands accede to this faucet of thoughts stricken with frequent shortages. I used to do this a lot as a way to relieve myself of the shackles of grammar and what should be considered literary or not. But maybe this was actually a habit developed as an excuse to write bad. As much as I don’t want to stop, I am short of fillers and my hands are hurting too from the lack of respite since this morning. So now, I will tell you about this loud and uncomfortable sound my keyboard makes, particularly the space key which I use a lot. I digress a lot (and use “a lot” a lot) but just now, I thought of something worth adding on to the idea I built up a while ago.

If my memory serves me correctly, the first time I tried this, my stream of thought did not take me far. Firmly latched onto me were the pressure of time constraint, and the urge to edit, erase and to press the backspace key. I’m actually not quite certain whether my pinky finger hasn’t hit the backspace key in the past seven minutes; perhaps it has become a habitual practice and for this reason, my reality now refuses to categorize it as unnatural. I vehemently wish I didn’t because everything I’ve typed so far will be rendered invalid, and I would have violated the rules of the game then.

Only a moment ago, the clock hit 10:46 PM and that leaves me with two minutes or less than two minutes (for time never pauses) to close this. What else? You know how they say a true writer should be able to write anywhere and anytime with his style unmodified? Too bad, I am no writer– it’s such a big word to call myself or anybody for that matter. Like giving someone the title gamer! Anyway, going back to what I said, I find it tougher to write with a piece of paper and a pen than with a keyboard close to my hands. I wish I can start amending my ways with a tangible journal. Good ol’ instinct tells me this should end in 15 seconds. I have nothing else to say.

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