Once upon a time I sought a structure that decided not to be found. Perhaps on a map I’d look but Nothing would stare back at me as if questioning its own darkness and speaking as if submerged.
And so it remained as though of treasure submerged within the withering structure of a sunken ship in darkness, praying to never be found. Nothing would do much to reserve a second look.
Yet every so often it would open its eye and look, submerged in Nothing, building piece by piece its own little structure to look through the darkness.
And when complete, a light drowned the darkness and gave away the slightest chance to look, but to be found in the vanishing darkness would prove fatal to the structure and so it died and returned to Nothing.
I had thought it would all be for nothing, maybe a chance to wade through the darkness would wither away the need for the structure. I wondered if it would be of use to look, even in those places so deep and submerged where nothing would be found.
Or maybe all along it had been found and the light had since destroyed the Nothing, leaving it to wither away submerged and drifting to the empty void of darkness. With a feeling of peace to stop and look, a gentle glint of light revealed the structure.
But what to do when the structure was found? Was to hold it for a look worth nothing? Should something of such darkness be submerged?