It’s weird, right? You wake up some mornings and think to yourself, what am I thinking or feeling, and there is no answer. You’re not thinking or feeling shit. Like nothing at all. You think maybe you should have something to say or write, but everything just feels flat. It’s not that it’s not a fertile zone (or I would have nicked a photo of a desert plain) but nothing really comes to mind. Not even a feeling, or an inkling, or maybe a hunch.

Nothing.

That could change at any moment. There might be a trigger or something and all of a sudden things start to grow. It’s been nearly an hour since the alarm went off though and nothing at all. The closest thing to a feeling might be a sense of being slightly unsettled because there isn’t anything there. It is certainly there but it’s buried out of sight.

Hmph.

Okay.

Nothing to see here.

Move along.