I am reading Children's hospital, a nonfiction end of the world story. There is a main character who has suffered so much loss in her life that she comes to feel empty inside when faced with new loss. Unsuprised, hollow, unfeeling.
I dreamt of my mother last night and, as a result, am suffering from this emptiness. It reminds me of the nothing in The Never Ending Story. The nothing is coming...
These hands...used to be such big strong hands...but they could not hold onto the the earth, the rocks, the people being pulled into the nothing.
I am of the nothing. I am the nothing. I am coming for you.
