Spiralling.

I am sleep
I am silence.

I am the white room
I am the blank screen.

I am.

01846.

The looming shadow of the future hangs its sorry head over mine. Everything we will ever know, everything we will ever become is for nothing. An insignificance.

Power struggles, wars, deaths, revolutions, love and hate. In the grand scheme of things everything amounts to nothing. The overall plan is blank.

Whitewash.