Cold.
Damp.
Just like my cell. But different.
There were no walls, there was nothing. Just me.
In a void of nothing. Floating in the nothing.
The nothing feels close to me. Maybe I'm the nothing?
I know now that I am the nothing. I must be.
I try to move. I can't. Because I am nothing and nothing can't move. Nothing is everywhere and so am I.
I look at the nothing. Everything is nothing and nothing is everything.
Am I looking at the nothing?
Or am I looking at me?