This is the second thing, for lack of a better word, that I have written tonight, and so it is going to have the same title.  Sometimes I just like to write without any consideration other than what is going on in my head, sort of like how Frida Kahlo painted.   Formality and careful thought are necessary and wonderful sometimes, but pure thought without modification is sometimes quite nice as well.  The feeling of writing and having even one person, or sometimes no people at all, read what I have written, whatever it is, is one of my favorite feelings of all.  It's a strange and beautiful connection, and not in an overly poetic or emotional sense but rather just in a simple and lovely way.  It can be a connection with many people, or with none at all, a connection to the nothingness that makes up all of us, the original, universal nothingness. Or maybe that's just what I tell myself when no one reads the silly things that I write. Who knows?