PART I - Nothingness
There is an essential something to trivial nothingness. The very fact that we feel nothingness is a paradox, isn’t it? How do we feel something that is not, inherently, there? Just the way how the Big Bang started with nothing. Or was it with something? I can never remember. Nevertheless, it’s really a trivial concept, this nothingness.
A quiet town, a boy, a passport, and a girl. This isn’t a story about the girl. Or the boy. It isn’t about the passport nor the town, either. This is a story on how much of it doesn’t really matter. Really, how the girl came to realize that the boy and the town and the passport, and many other things, are all the same. Everywhere. All at once. And nothing, nowhere, never. In an attempt to understand life, in general, this story is about a girl who threw herself at it. Life, that is. A story that is much easier to explain at the end of your life, than when you are right in the middle of it.
That is where I come in.
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