The particulars of my life have completely changed over the course of the last few weeks. I have finally carved out some time to write and I’m shocked, all I really want to say is I’ve got nothing.
But how could you have nothing, you may ask.
Well just too much going on to have something, you see? The famous fog found its way into my brain, and I’ve got nothing. I want to write, but nothing.
Right, you mentioned nothing. But you must have something, you’d say, you’ve moved a family across an ocean.
Nope, honest to goodness right now I’ve got nothing.
Wait, if you’ve got, or you have, than c’mon man that means there has to be something.
Okay, I’ll say, but you’re just riding a grammatical wave here. Sure, I have a new job, a different address and country of residence, and I’m driving a rented Nissan Ultima for cyrin’ out loud. But I can’t stress it enough, here I sit to paint a page and I equally have no lies to blame, I’ve got nothing.
Nothing, but only because there is so much going on that it is impossible to write about it?
Anything is possible. But, yes, exactly.
Ah ha, you’d say, see I told you , you don’t have nothing. That’s inconceivable.
How can you not have nothing, if it isn’t something to begin with, I’d want to ask. I’d refrain, because then we’d certainly be on to something and I’m certain that none of this would make any sense anymore.
I’ll try to write something next week.