E is for Empty. House emptiness, the shape of everything and no one home. Garden emptiness, greenery left alone to get on with living. Street emptiness, a two o’clock feeling for no good reason. Screen emptiness, a million particles of unimportant information. Building emptiness, form and function lost to demolition. Carpark emptiness, just acres of white lines for skateboards. Shop emptiness, the whole arcade up for lease. Wallet emptiness, not even a lucky Malaysian ringgit. Seaside emptiness, nothing in February between you and the horizon. Globe emptiness, yet again trying to imagine us turning through space. F is for Full.