I will write nothing of consequence, because no one will ever read this far.
This is quite distressful because in the past when I set out to write nothing, it has turned into something. That fact is perplexing, because nothing is what I’m best at.
I suppose the reason that I’m so good at nothing is because when I have something I guard it closely, afraid of losing it. I don’t worry about nothing, you can’t lose nothing...but in turn nothing becomes a cherished and highly regarded something. If you know what I mean.
The point is that nothing has to be something, because nothing is nothing! Is it or isn’t it?
To be or not to be?