Something like This

 

It seems so simple: pick out the next one from your big bag of words and throw them out across the page until there are enough of them there to seem to make it all worthwhile. It doesn’t really matter what those words say, as long as you arrange them well enough. After all, no-one is really going to take the time to study them, think about them, admire the way they have been put together so that you can barely see the join.

The art of it, the craftsmanship, all that belongs to another age, one where they had the time to take in such things, when gentlemen, and – possibly – ladies, of leisure had the time, the inclination and – indeed – the wealth to admire a well-turned out phrase, a sentence sitting there primly in its Sunday best, a paragraph posing for its portrait.

These days we have so many labour-saving devices, so many opportunities for leisure, we don’t have time to just sit and stare, ponder and wonder. Already the phone is beeping with appointments, the emails are pinging and that cute comedy quote MP3 that you thought would be a great alert message is really starting to get on your tits.

So all you really want is something, an arrangement of words that tells you what it wants to tell you and then fucks off out of your busy life forever. However, what is absolutely certain is that you definitely don’t want something as inconclusive and inconsequential as this.