Moirai

Chance.

She felt a dreaded curiosity. What to write? She doesn't know what to write about so she only types words. Uninspired; Self-conscious; Scared; Desperate; Greatness, or genius are not at all important to her;( at least)(: for the time being.) What is important to her, (for the time being)...(at least) is at least reaching her word count goal of 1000 words... I need at least one-thousand words. It's non-negotiable. It's fate, it's destiny, it's verbs, it's nouns, and words, ...and I care deeply about my audience (because I pray for nobody to read what I have to say,.. My writing,.. It's all meant for an empty audience of various Ghosts; my only goal is to write at least one thousand words; (for the the time being) (at least!). . .

Cat. (=^_^=) ; Window; Door, and the rhythm of Yearning.

(Oh God, have mercy on me. Forgive me father for I yearn)...for a Plot an outline, a character, a dialogue, a rising action. Verbs! Nouns? Adjectives+_+ Exclamation points, but periods, and question marks. (?) (?) God give me an 💡

The literary cinema of Wes Anderson.

Wes Anderson has had quite an evolution as an artist. The direction of his new films are sardonic, like he must read a lot of novels. Wes Anderson makes films like he has seen the movie Ikiru, by Kurosawa. I wonder if Wes Anderson even watches films anymore or does the mundane, daily ritual of being a filmmaker take the flavor out of Cinema? I wonder if Wes Anderson has ever seen the film Ikiru. Let's imagine that Wes Anderson has seen the movie Ikiru directed by japanese Director Akira Kurosawa... I'm writing to tell you that, right now (for the time being) I prefer reading to writing. Reading is the perk of the job.( sometimes,) but for the most part mostly its mostly easy for me to get high, watch television, go to the library...and dream up a PHD dissertation about whatever television show I'm watching obsessively that I will never write because I'm not that obsessed with writing an infinity amount of words about cinema or Wes Anderson...Fuck you Wes Anderson...you're...oh for God's Sake, I love the Kinks too. You're stop motion movies are amazing. I've never seen the Dog Island stop motion movie. I've heard Good things. Right now I am Imagining about an imaginary Bookshop Called "More Days at the morisaki bookshop." I like to cozy up to the idea of a musky bookshop somewhere in the middle of Tokyo sits a book written by Satoshi Yagisa. It's part of a series called, Days At the Morkisaki Book Shop. I am currently reading this book for no fucking reason. I just want to read it because it's destiny to write about what I am reading. I am carrying it around because it's got a cute little lofi-instrumental type illustrations. A man wanders around a bookstore surrounded by two cats, one sits by a window. He's wearing glasses because he's a nerd. A young woman is surrounded by books. Language, am I write? This book was written in japanese. I am not fluent at japanese. Most japanese people are not fluent in English so I am reading a translation by Eric Ozawa. Are "blah, blah, blah," words? What are words? "Fate" is a word. Why? It constitutes as a noun because a noun is a person, a place or a thing Is, is a word. A is a word. "Word" is a word a word is a noun. Destiny; Fate; plural are all nouns which are. Words. Language.

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Kismet;,,

Kismet is a word similar to destiny, fate, and the illusion of choice. Do our choices lead to our fate.;our fortune? Fate means that we are on a path we were always meant to travel. Fate is a journey. An echo. Fate is a mystical journey. Is fate before the journey or the end result of the journey? An Ending, an Beginning. A grey cat eats food I laid out for him and his comrades. Were we fated to meet? I am not entirely convinced but I am desperate for the idea of fate to be real. Is fate like Rainbow? At what angle should light hit my eyes before fate meets them (three hundred forty nine words and counting). Fate. What is fate? Is fate a choice? Or are choices the building blocks towards fate? (three hundred and seventy six). Three hundred and seventy seven. Three hundred and seventy eight. Three hundred and seventy nine. Three hundred and eighty. Three hundred and ninety. Three hundred and ninety one. three hundred and ninety two three hundred and ninety three. Three hundred and ninety four three hundred and ninety five three hundred and ninety six three hundred and ninety seven three hundred and ninety eight three hundred and ninety nine four hundred. Chance, circumstance, consequence.

Consequence.

The personification of fate. In greek mythology our fates are the responsibility of three sister Godesses who are blind without a single eye they have no choice but to share. At least that's how Disney depicted them in the movie Hercules. Disney animators drew the Moirai like long nosed witches. Here's a quote from Wikipedia:

"The role of the Moirai was to ensure that every being, mortal or divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe"

Unless you are Hercules who defies destiny through the power of love.

One sister spun the thread of fate, another allotted the thread of fate, and the last sister cut the thread. Birth, life, and death. Who wants to party with fate? I do. I am curious. Are you curious about who they are as characters? I am afraid I do not have the bandwidth of imagination to flesh out these characters, but here I am writing nonsense sans plot, sans character, a meandering thread I have no idea how to spin or build or allot or cut off. I like how the fates were portraid in the netflix television show

"kaos" a cheeky show I would describe as Greek Mythology fanfiction? Of course I loved the show Kaos because the Disney Movie Hercules was a fond favorite of my childhood. This space, the Reedsy community is a space filled with story tellers so I must be in the company of people who also love the Olympians and their world. seven hundred and eleven. seven hundred and twelve. seven hundred and thirteen. seven hundred and fourteen. seven hundred and fifteen. seven hundred and sixteen. seven hundred and seventeen. Three hundred words to go. Three hundred words to conclude.

I didn't have a choice.

All my choices are spun by a personification of fate. I can taste lingering bacteria in my teeth because laziness contributes to my fate. When will Atropos cut my thread? It has been about thirty two years since Clotho spun my thread. Right now Lachesis, weaves my thread. Lachesis then might be the most interesting of her sisters because she does the most work. One sister just provides the thread and the other sister cuts the thread but Lachesis is creating something out of my life. Lachesis is the most imaginative, creative of her sisters, if I know anything about Greek mythology, is that the Gods are like children, they are petty, prideful, and envious. So I imagine that Clotho and Lachesis are deeply envious of their Sister's power to weave a beautiful thread. So each sister takes pride in their part, sure Lachesis is...wait...According to wikipedia Lachesis, also measures out the thread but maybe she doesn't know how to weave like her sisters do or are they all weavers? Clothos is a master of her craft. I don't know how to