Running on empty

Mistress of the void... Nothing pleases me more than an empty fridge. The clean smooth surfaces. The absence of smell. The dazzling of the crowds as you pop out a decent dinner out of nowhere. The oohs, the aaahs, the admiration as you create something out of nothing.
The same goes for general cleaning of messes. Where there was chaos, I create space, potentiality. Quite a satisfying sensation to create something invisible yet that has tangible results.

I feel like listening to Jackson Browne now. Go figure.