IIIALONE IN FEATURELESS space.
All my own doing, my own fault.
Because I had thought the one thought no one should think.
And this was the result.
Nothing.
Just me and nothing else.
Probably most people would think this as scary. I've heard and read some stories of people going insane in solitary. But this was much worse than solitary.
It was nothing of nothing.
Imagine no gravity, no air or need to breathe. No heart pumping or body to pump it to.
Nothing of nothing.
Instead of scary, this was peaceful to me. Because I wasn't haunted by my own thoughts, of things I hadn't done, of people I needed to feel complete.
I had nothing that I was missing, nothing to lose.
I'd long ago made my peace with just about everything, just before I decided to turn to writing.
One of those many
