Sometimes the void is as simple as knowing nothing and not caring that you know nothing. Perhaps there is only this dullness, from now on there will only be this dullness, neither good nor bad, an end to all questions, the defeat of all questioners. To neither move towards nor away, the impasse, the aporia, the end of expectations, the need for something to always be happening, but also the end of futility, indifference without any momentum.