Z is for my love of nothing.
Letter Z – 4/30/15
Today, zero makes me ridiculously giddy because it means there are no more posts to go in this series. My work is done and few things — I mean, zero things — make me happier than a sense of accomplishment. I’m sure other things make me as equally happy as accomplishment, but nothing makes me more happy. (Get it?)
Aside from zero meaning I get to finally shed the weight of the alphabet, there’s its perfection and beauty both as a number and symbol. It’s round and eternal, all and nothing. Even as a word, it begins with one of the rarest letters. Z is swashbuckling but modern, a Zorro triple zip, a backward S with edges and pizazz, a phonetically satisfying voiced fricative with the be-all/end-all distinction of being last.
Zero makes up one half of the binary system of all things digital; without it there would be no “off” state and no computer-generated anything. So zero is everything.
You, zero, sexy, astonished, open, nihilistic mofo, have made my year. Like that big bowl of zeroes above or the celebratory balloons, I hereby dedicate to you any image that remotely emulates the likeness of your shape.
In fact, in the last pair of pictures, we end with a second of set bubbly bulbs not even taken by me, but brazenly stolen from the Exceptionally Tall Man while he was sleeping.
I couldn’t help it. It looked like zeroes and I’m obsessed.
~ Part of the A to Z Challenge ~
A post a day except Sunday for the month of April to cover topics beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Events always real, names always changed.
Cathartic Monkeyism returns in May.
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