I had a dream Friday morning. We were at a thrift shop, but I owned everything in the shop. I could take whatever I wanted, so I looked around for something good. Karen, a woman from my church, was in the shop. We were looking at a small (and ugly) collage of yellowing newspaper. She was reminiscing about the 70’s. I nodded my head, “Yeah, I remember making mobiles out of coat hangers when I was in grade school. I actually thought I was making art.”

She smiled at me and I realized that I didn’t understand her point. She said, “Sometimes it’s so hard to describe The Nothing.”

At that point, I realized that I was in a dream. I handed her the collage and moved on through the store, looking at the junk that I was selling. When I woke up, I still remembered her comment.

I am a child of the 70’s. The television was always on in our house. I spent my teens with a walkman and headphones. I’m bombarded day and night with noise, advertisements and scents. I don’t know much about The Nothing, except it was the enemy in the movie, “The Neverending Story.”

Somehow, I don’t think it’s the enemy, but I am completely unable to describe it. I’ve never met it in person.