Dada Is My Name

  Nothing is my name Nothing is my name, it’s hard to describe me, it’s easier to say what I’m not. I’m not heard, touched, or seen, but maybe I am, because the material relies on me, needs Nothing. I’m likened to air, to space, to the void, but I am none of these things… things emerge from me to become a thing, some thing, any thing, every thing loves me and is me. So here I am, pretending to be something when I am nothing but that won’t ever stop you from seeking. I am everywhere and nowhere, elusive and vague, Nothing is my name, You Won’t Find Me Photo by Ilnur Kalimullin on Unsplash