"Late Night Nonsense" by Alex King

What to write about, what to write about, what to write about. I could not decide. The 16^th hour? What does that even mean? Four hours past 12. Midday. Four o’clock. One hour before happy hour. The happiest hour. What does this nonsense mean? Who knows? I do. Writing about it will not do it justice though. Justice. What is it? More nonsense. Even if I write about, writing about, what I write about, it is pointless. Nonsense. This topic is nonsense. So far, I have written about, writing about, writing about, and that is far too much for me to write about. I cannot help but think someone might understand this, but that thought itself is just me thinking about me, thinking about understanding, which culminates in me writing about, writing about. No good.

Anyway the time is approaching. The 17^th hour is almost here. It’s pretty crazy that this song is approximately ten minutes long. The amount of time I am supposed to be writing for. Anyway, it just changed. Times up.