It’s 12:44am, and tonight, I’d like to write about nothing.
I’m leaning against a pillow, with only the light from a slightly damaged LCD keeping me awake. I’ve no plans tomorrow. No obligations.
I like the idea of assuming the darkness behind my screen is a blank abyss. Nothing in front of me. Nothing behind me. It helps me think. No one is here to distract me. I am completely alone in a pocket of blank air.
The creaking floor fan ruins this illusion, but I’ll pretend I’ve brought it with me on this journey to keep me cool.
12:56.
I wish I could sleep.
