Speaking of nothing
How can one speak of nothing? The very first word is ‘something’. The very first word is a step away, and then it just gets further removed with every word, every syllable, every single letter, until all that is left is a bunch of meaningless scribble and me thinking I am someone again. Me thinking I am me again.
Who am I? I am nobody. I am you and you and you and me, and together we are nobody: the sum of the parts is nothing.