Writing without a purpose

I don’t like writing for people. Reading it is the worst part of my work.

People (or as I call them ‘people’) as an audience mean that there has to be an intent with the words.

And it’s nice not to have an intent. I prefer to be pleasingly pointless.

Like keepie-ups.

That’s why I kick balls.

And sentences like these are why I write.

Of course, I do try to have some impact here and there. But I prefer being ineffectual – it’s more expressive.

Perhaps that’s the point.

Meaningless matters. And that’s all our shame.

And, slightly…pride.

For me, irrelevancy gets the job done.

Just like this.

Whistling. Whistling in the wind. Perhaps also peeing.

Crickey – I’m good at summing myself up.

Sam