So here I sit upon my carpet that barely brings warmth or comfort to my poor dilapidated and chilled feet, pondering as I often do when there seems almost nothing else to be done. My gaze rises slightly to peer through a crack or rather a sliver of intruding light that seems, in my mind, to be attempting an escape back into the world from whence it came here in the first place. The only thought I am consciously aware of is how soon the night seems to end and the light brings upon a new day, a day of memories past, and a day of plans or maybe nothing at all; perhaps a day of achievement or contradicting failure or loss. After brief contemplation I think of days past and remember with a slight sadness thoughts of how ever-moving time is and how ever-ending time will remain to be.
The topics I choose to write about are as varied as my moods. At times I can be curious or theoretical about something specific or so vague that myself am not sure what I'm talking about. I do not always know where a thought is going and I have a tendency to go around in circles without really going anywhere. Like this description, I do not generally seek an answer nor do I seek to answer others questions. Instead I continually seek to question everything; however I always invite answers and do not wish to discourage others. I'm far more interested in the idea of nothing than trying to comprehend everything. Think for example of a shallow pool of water on black concrete and imagine that instead of the concrete beneath the surface of the water, it's actually a bottomless pit. Almost makes you hesitate to stomp with joy in the shallow water for fear of falling doesn't it. Enjoy.