I am such a blank space tonight. I wish I was a blank page, which in my opinion is preferable, because it somehow means there is some intent there, somewhere to go, something of value. A blank space is just that, b-l-a-n-k s-p-a-c-e. Nobody home.
Perhaps the grey cells have escaped, leaving a vacuum of blankety spaceyness. A cosmos of black holed nothingness. Amen.
I shall take myself out of your misery. Away, Away.