Empty shelf
He gazed into a tumble of things and papers in the corner of a room. It was a stubborn still stand of a look just having no thought or a slightest image in his mind of anything else but this stuff before his unblinking eyes. It was neither a meditation nor an attempt to achieve any state of mind. A silent emptiness of a head. Some violent force kept him gazing and listening just to ticking gas burner equipment in the room next. It stopped and started automatically like distant and faint background music emerging like waves in late night silence. It was almost half past two. He was waiting for sleep to come and take his body into oblivion, into non-existence.
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Tags: emptiness, meditation, void
