Nothing 

Nothing

I am doing nothing.

Nothing is filled with a swarm of somethings, but the somethings are small and they fly around in my head so quickly I can hardly distinguish one from the other. So they merge into a giant nothing that I dismiss and watch TV instead.

The other day the newspaper carried a picture of a little girl in Mali collecting water from a puddle in the muddy ground.

That was a sample something from my head.

Think. Turn off the TV.