What to write...
Blank pages are oddly intimidating. You wouldnt think so, because, you know, they're blank. No writing or opinions or insults or stories. Just...nothing. Maybe that's why they're scary? Nothing is pretty intimidating too. Well, I guess it depends on what kind of nothing you mean. The nothing as in 'i'm doing nothing right now' is not very frightening, unless you're my friend Olivia, who exclaimed with horror one day, "It's Friday night, and I'm doing nothing." Welcome to my world honey.
But there's the kind of nothing that is scary. The nothing that sugests nothing. As in nothing exists anymore. As in death. I'm being emo right now, and claiming a blank page symbolizes death, in case you didnt catch that.
So I'm sticking it to the man, and writting on death. Well, not really anymore, becasue now the page isnt blank. But I was, when it was nothing. But this page is something again, which is oddly tireing. Something means work. Something means jumble and confusion and nothing is looking better and better right now. Not the death kind of nothing, the other kind of nothing.
Funny how things suck like that.