One

It's so strange to sit with whiteness in front of you. So empty and vast... What to write what to write... It's disgusting how my letters and mumbled words are filling up this whiteness, poisoning it, disturbing this perfect white glow that radiates from the screen. Like snow. Snow, everywhere snow all over our little country, dusting us with its weightlessness.

Anyway... time to write. Time to fill this empty void.