I’m writing this post right now.

My thumbs float over my tablet.

They come down over charachters.

I don’t quite have a plan.

There’s no structure in my head.

I’m literally just writing.

Writing.

Writing.

I’m writing this post for almost no reason.

I say almost because there’s a reason why we do anything.

I’m sitting in a bar.

Drinking a Japanese lager.

I’m sitting in a bar.

Listening in on the conversation of strangers.

I’m sitting in a bar.

Alone.

But not alone.

I’m sitting in a bar.

But my mind is wandering.

It’s not quite going anywhere.

It’s moving without structure.

As my mind wanders.

My thumbs type.

My mind wanders.

My thumbs type.

My mind wanders.

My thumbs type.

I’m not happy.

But not sad.

I’m smiling.

Ruefully.

As my mind continues to wonder.

I’m smiling.

Ruefully.

As my thumbs continue to type.

I am content.

I am Timi