Nothing all around me. I'm surrounded by it, consumed. All alone. I wonder if I'm afraid. But afraid of what exactly? The nothing? I can see all of it, or at least I think I can. How does one see nothing? It's not a figurative nothing, it's legitimately nothing. I am suspended in a vast nothing, bound by nothing, breathing nothing, seeing nothing, feeling nothing- I am the only something in all this nothing. And I am afraid of nothing.