The pipeline is under pressure and the pressure is growing. You would think the thoughts would find a release valve. A steadying venting. Oh wait, that’s what this is for!
Need to clean it up though, polish it a bit. Pages and pages, paragraphs upon paragraphs, and nothing but words…countless words in need of some refining.
The question is who’s working the rig???
I know I’m not.
I hope they know how to do their job, or this thing is going to blow.
You should know! Nothing but hot air, enough to fly a balloon. And that balloon will fly to the stars or at least that’s what the man firing it thinks. But I think the sand bags are tying him down, distracting the epic flight to neuro-land. Or was Nero-land?
What a nice warm fire is burning!
In either case, it’ll be over soon. I think it might be over already, but I’m afraid to check.
Nope, it’s still going.
Hopefully somewhere useful and not into the void. Mise en abyme.
But the void is wide and empty, it needs filling.
The void cannot be filled, you know that.
There is something out there though. There’s stuff in the void.
No there’s not, it’s a void, voids don’t have anything in them just like the space between your ears.
Now that was uncalled for.
Well you’re supposed to be learning something out of all this.
Learning? I don’t want to learn! I want to make money!
Well then, you’re in the wrong place.
Really? Perhaps. You get paid to do this though!
Not nearly enough.
Is it ever enough?
No, I suppose not. At least not where the money is concerned.
Is there more than money?
Well, what do you think?
I don’t know.
Well, that’s not helpful for either of us is it?
No, I suppose not.
At least the grading is done.
Yes, that’s good.
I can forget all the names, dates, and places now.
I haven’t yet, but I’ve tried hard.
You gotta love memories!
That’s not appropriate style.
The sentence should be “You have to love memories!”
Well, that’s just silly.
Probably shouldn’t have an exclamation mark either.
Well it’s ironic.
What would you suggest. A question mark? Naw, there are to many of those.
No, it’s, “No, there are too many of those.” And do not get me started on the contractions.
What are you going to do now?
Is nothing something?
I thought we already talked about voids.
We did, but there are cycles to everything.
No there are not.
Well here there are! Everything returns to the same place again and again.
Seems rather boring.
Perhaps. But each time is different.
Time has no meaning in nothing.
You don’t understand.
No, I suppose not. I think this is in need of some refining.