I lay in bed with a candle on my bedside table, watching the flickering flame, and thinking why it is flickering as there is no wind. I thought about the whole day. My lessons in school, the chemistry lesson I had. The blisters on my fingers from playing ode to joy by Beethoven on the violin. I thought about the things i should have said and the things I should have done, walk my dog, revise. But instead I did nothing nothing at all. A nothing similar to the nothing of the space between the nucleus of an atom and the electrons surrounding it. Absolutely nothing. After death there is nothing.
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I'm a rather mad person who loves music, art, Maths , chemistry , and physics.i don't like biology, and the sounds that people make when they eat( especially bananas). My favourite thing in the world is my dog, he's called Andre ( French for Andrew) and ever so slightly mad. Just like me.
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