Another day has passed. Another session of my perusal of the Blog themes WordPress has to offer. Another futile exercise. I go through them all. Preview them all. Even the premium ones. Even when I know I wont spend a penny on a damn theme. But I still preview all of them. Even the 75$ ones. Such is the degree of my his blasé indifference to the Themes menu. I will never change my WordPress theme. Ever.
To add to the monotony, I am listening to music like this. I know it is of a singular, if I may, riff. With instruments that I can never identify, striking chords that beckon me to stare into nothingness for no apparent reason. So something is happening, but it’s nothing. I think moments like these are when exchanges like the following make sense:
”What are you doing?”
”Nothing”
So you are doing something. I am doing something. I’m doing nothing. I am writing about something. I am writing about nothing. You may think it’s shit. That it makes no sense. I, on the other hand, disagree. In all this monotony, I disagree. I am writing about here and now. About the echo that this song makes inside my head, about wordpress themes which I go through having no intention of changing mine. In essence, I am doing nothing. But this should make sense.
Nothing should make sense.
All of this, all of this nothingness, makes perfect sense. Until..there’s a knock on my door. It is Jeff Han, my flat mate. Now I am doing something. I am talking to Jeff Han A.K.A Ji Hoon. But i’d rather do nothing. So I tell him to go away and come back later, for I am writing. About nothing. I’ll ask him to read this later, so that I can clarify that I was indeed doing nothing.
What a phenomenon, this doing of nothing. I wouldn’t want to do anything at this moment. The truth is, I often like nothingness. It gives me time to think, stare into basic, open space and think. Moments of profundity, I think, come from nothingness. These words are coming from it, aren’t they?
They are complemented by music which is playing on loop, with no lyrics, single notes, unchanging bells and other rustic sounds that remind you of nothing. Evoke no memory. Thus, it doesn’t let me write as I normally would. That is, about something. There’s a lot on my mind, yet I write of nothing. This is an achievement, I think.
It is no mean feat to write of nothing when there’s always something on your mind. It relaxes you, unlaces you. In circumstances which are characterized by so much thought, I feel, it is always a great thing to still be able to manage to write about Nothing. I always try to do that, to write about Nothing. But, inevitably, I end up writing about something.
Quite elusive, this search for nothingness in that flurry of something. But always, there, ever present, compulsive. Current elements – like the WordPress themes page, failing consistently to impress me, this music striking the same chords which gently tilt my head to the ceiling so that my gaze looks at something, but sees nothing -complement my state of nothingness. Samuel Beckett says that every word is an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. But what about when these very words are brought forward BY Nothingness?
Thus, I feel this, this writing, is a supreme example of what could be done from nothingness if you are afforded it. Beware not many are afforded this beautiful pleasure in life. So let’s see what you can make of it. What can you achieve from nothingness?
