reading room
Nothing Too
a freewrite only ever costs time and a piece of selfhood.
no pounds, rupees, or yen— just introspection, and then the words appear: sudden flickers in your head, your brain, your mind.
are they the same? nothing is ever the same. no thing— not even you.
and what makes you so sure you're a thing at all?
all appearances, no forms. your thoughts, your feelings, your matter—
what's the matter? you're upset?
don't worry. that's nothing, too.
— Lilith