Contemplation

“It's so cold,” I whisper, the words inaudible in a place where sound can't carry. You aren't here to hear, anyways.

Such is the nature of this place, though. It's no larger than a tiny point, yet it expands eternally – it is between both time and space, and the result is that there is nothing here aside from me. But even so, nothingness leaves the potential for everything. Aside from me, evidently. I realized this soon after arriving.

I feel talkative. “Did you know? When there is nothing, all you need to do is create something. And that's what I did after I had my grand realization. A beautiful piano that I had dreamed of once upon a time ago and on which I can play inaudible notes. Stars to form a sky, to give a sense of place. Some fish made of light, my dear friends. A few other odds and ends that might have greeted my consciousness at one point or another. Everything is nonsensical, of course. Nothing more than mind gibberish, form given to a fleeting thought. But even the nonsensical has meaning, and it is that meaning that keeps me sane, that keeps me bound here, and that keeps me alive.”

I fidget a bit. It's been a while since I've talked for so long, or maybe not. The clock that hovers lazily above me hasn't moved since I arrived. At the very least, my throat feels a touch hoarse. I'm not going to talk anymore. Thoughts should suffice anyways.

Hey, what do you think someone on the street would say if you asked them, “Why are you alive?” Well, they'd probably just give you a weird stare and walk away. But hey, imagine they responded. Then what do you think they'd say?

If you were here, you would respond, but you're not. So I'll respond for you. That way, it'll seem like you're here.

Well, a lot of people would probably say that they don't know. But others might mention money, dreams, family, et cetera. But why do you want to know?

Because I don't know why I'm alive.

Are you even alive in the first place?

According to this place, I am.

I see.

I sigh. I wish you were here. If you were, maybe I could be a little more sure that I'm alive. But you would have to break the laws of this place in order to be here, and I don't know how to do that.

By the way, who are you? What do you live for? Tell me, please tell me. If you do, then maybe I could also have a reason to live. That would be nice. After all, otherwise, you're nothing more than a ghost. No, even less. A ghost at least knew people in life. But I guess it's impossible, both for you and for me. After all, in a place that has the potential for everything that isn't here and everything that is already here can't disappear since potential cannot be created, no more life can exist when there is already something living.