I am searching for silence. The absence of all distractions corporeal and not. I am searching for quiet: not a quiet place, but quiet. I am at a point that realizes the issues with me and they are noises; rocks, headlines, and foil floating in my head-space. Knowing what the problem is is in itself the forefront in a sequence of solutions. I am thinking of a quarter that exists through my mental connection to it. I want the end of all music, people, objects, and colors; which is to say, I want to end these ideas of such matters because they are essentially unreal; they are hiding something, or “nothing” itself. I want to know what nothingness they hide, and to judge it for myself beyond my mental connection with “nothingness.” So here goes.