I have decided to write a timed blog. In an unnessesarily rigid process I will publish whatever happens once ten minutes is up. If the blog is poorly spelt, lacking in structure, sense, or any of the kind of validity that would necessitate you spending time reading it – then I apologise in advance. Yes, Its already taking me ages to find the oversize image you see before you. This isn’t going very well at all.
What you are witnessing is ones mans struggle to complete an impossible task. Is it really possible to say anything interesting with no preparation in just ten minutes? I feel the answer is NO. However…
Not for the first time I am left considering what ‘ten minutes’ means. Ten minutes is often a throw away segment of time.
“i’ll be there in ten minutes” has a casual ring about it.
“I’ll be there in half an hour” is much more resounding and serious. its a far more assertive expanse of time. In that sense 10 minutes is a bit like the portions of concrete that intersect junctions and crossroads like left overs from messy fractions. Please read JG Ballards concrete island for more on this. 1o minutes is the corner of a room that servers no purpose