Last Sane Man Standing - Blog of Corey Deitz

"Nothing"

June 28, 2007

Sometimes, I think about nothing.

For a writer, that's catastrophic. Everything I write comes from a swirling pool of thoughts which live somewhere in my brain and eventually come out in print.

But, sometimes there is very little bubbling in that cesspool I call my mind.

That makes it terribly hard to pen anything worth reading. So, what then is going on in my head during those moments of apparent vacancy?

This.

Now, before you judge This I'd like to appeal to your kindness. Afterall, This is defenseless. If you attack This with whatever is in your brain right now - which we'll call That - you will only waste some of your perfectly poised emotions on nothing more than This.

Is This worth That?

Probably not.

Unfortunately, I've brought you here under false premises. You thought I was going to say something funny or, at least profound. You are probably saying to yourself, What? (I don't know where that lives - I have enough problems with This and That.)

I fear I have let you down. Alright, let me try and regroup. I have removed This from my brain and placed it over to the far left in red. In place of that This (see left), I am now thinking of a multi-colored Taco.

That (not your That - this that) is my gift to you today: the thought of a multi-colored Taco. You may carry that thought with you as long as you wish. In the event you tire of it, please come back here, drop it off and pick the red This back up.

I've left it to the left.

What an odd sentence that is. (Again, not your That. This that.)