Stretched across an open plain lies a vast expanse of complete nothingness, or at least, that is how it feels. Sometimes a long drive in expansive areas feels like a drive through nothingness. All these fields and idyllic scenery and nothing to see or appreciate, for it is as detailed as it is formless and featureless; or at least, on some drives it appears that way, for it is not always.

Sometimes the drive through these areas would see something idyllic as idyllic and much more details and life would come forward and a sense of something akin to wonderment would take over, and so it was that this expansive landscape would be seen as something to enjoy and something that was as vast and open as it appeared.

At other times it would be recognised not as something positive, but something that almost felt as though it was pressing in and containing. It would feel like some sort of entrapment as all it could remind of is a life not desired but still one that one was contained within, and this pressing and pushing down would be eternal; some people leaned into it and embraced it and found it to be something that was theirs; others would escape and do their best to not return, and some would remain due to various reason and potentially cultivate resentment and bitterness toward their situation.

Regardless, the open plain was always there and there were plenty of roads that would lead away from where it was. It was something that would be passed on by by most and it would remain an interesting blip that would fade from memory, for there were other things to see and to them this space meant nothing. It was not their experience and they’d seen plenty similar. They had no sense of attachment or no meaning related to the scenery here, but elsewhere it could be different.

At the end of the day it was all just space being used and it was as variable as it was static. It could mean everything and it could mean nothing, and in meaning something the meaning could vary for so many. So much could be attached to one place which could make it no different from any other place out there, and perhaps there was some sort of beauty in that. Perhaps.

Perhaps it was just another place that shared certain properties with other places, even if the appearance was different. Perhaps it was just another landscape full of openness that ultimately meant nothing at all; at least outside of experiencing it in some manner. If someone wasn’t thinking about it or seeing it, then it may as well have not existed to that person. If thinking about it then perhaps it existed, but only briefly.

Even so, it always existed and it would likely always represent something to someone, even if it was just another vast expanse of nothingness on a long drive to nowhere in particular.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 12:03:62

This took longer than I expected and I think it was due to overthinking what I was doing.
I think I was trying to get across a sense of place and location but I got too heavy into meaning when there are so many other things to explore.

Written at home.