The new page! The frosty powder misting gently over untracked hummocks of null-semantic blankness, A magic white squareness where just a moment ago there was, what, nothing Ward-thankless? Where was this page before I clicked it? When it's deleted, where have you flicked it? What am I doing here? What shall I write? Oh dear, another pile of doggerel and shite.
An empty page, the tabula rasa, Glinting white like snow in Lhasa; Lack of words leads hearts to sinking. Sally forth, while cursor's blinking!