I once drew a spaceship. This spaceship was really good. I spent some time on it yahknow. I even re-drew it at least 1 and a half more times. I can envision it right now. I could draw it again right now. This spaceship had everything I needed. It was my favourite colour blue, too. (Blue is s not my favourite colour but it pretends to be). This spaceship was drawn on a plain piece of A4. The spaceship was a large oval, almost touching either end but plenty of room in the corners. Plenty of blank space (this is important).

And there it is,just like that. I have found something moving to write about; The importance of blank space.

In writing, the blank space is common, I’d say almost after every word. If it weren’t for blank spaces, we would probably struggle to breathe.

In graphic design, if it weren’t for blank spaces, we couldn’t piece the picture.

If it wasn’t for blank spaces, the silence would siren.

In life, if it weren’t for blank spaces, we would probably not be able to live.

You can put any philosophical spin you like on it, you can read any meaning you wish. But the importance of blank spaces, the importance of nothing, is important nonetheless.